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Crush on You (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Undeas!
Lil Ceaser!
Queen B!
That's Me!
Lil' Kim!

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Yo, I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease
Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin' wit' bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over, put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Ayo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be undressed in the bra all see through
Why you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you?
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes
And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret
Lil Kim, the Queen Bee, so you best take heed
Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!)
I'ma throw shade if I can't get paid
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade
You can slide on my ice like the Escapade
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But don't blush, just keep this on the hush

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

[Verse 3: Lil' Cease]
While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude

[Verse 4: Lil' Kim]
You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a
Works from the dealers, full-length chinchilla
Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe
Then we speed down the hutch, breakin' trees in the dutch
I'm not the one you sleep wit', to eat quick
Want a cheap trick, better go down to FreakNik
You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course
So I look sick in my six with my Christian LaCroix

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
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Queen Bitch[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers
Bitch with that platinum grammar
I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it
I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them?
Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles
Now strictly niggas that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better
Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better
Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons
Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five
While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em
Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch, on and on, on and on

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?
Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging
In the Tunnel & Esso's
Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen
Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Uhh
Check my pitch, authentic persona
And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales
Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team
Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossing my Rolex wrist shit
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
Shit I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
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Black Friday[Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim]
It’s funny ‘cause, you know, we’ve been asking people what they wanted to know
I mean, clearly, you’ve been having this thing with Kim
And I don’t know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you’re a rapper –
And I’m thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming -
Even though you say it’s not specifically about her - that Roman’s Revenge is for Kim
Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights
And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know –
SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck want war?
Fed Ex beef straight to your front door
It will be a murder scene
I'm turnin' Pink Friday into Friday the 13th
A'ight you Lil' Kim clone clown
All this buffoonery, this shit stops now
Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
We all know your last name is what got you your job
You a put together gimmick, something like a collage
Since you puttin on a show, you gon get the applause
Clap, clap, lift ya frame like a fucking garage?
This hood shit you and Drake ain't built for
This the shit this other bitch almost got killed for
I still counting what Hardcore generated
Bet my shit keeps spinning like its syndicated
Corny broad I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated
You hot air ass bitch, should have been deflated
This ain't a championship fight I been the greatest
See the fact is what you doing... I did it
Lames trying to clone my style and run with it
Thats cool. I was the first one with it
Yous a Lil' Kim wanna be, You just hate to admit it
I'm the blueprint, You ain't nothing brand new
Check ya posters and videos, You will always be number 2
I seen them come. I seen them go. Still I remain
Sweety you on your 14th minute of fame
Im over 10 year strong still running the game
Cut the comparison, I'm in the legendary lane
Fighting for a spot... Child please I'm solidified
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried
Either you high or sippin that shit Wayne on
I get top dollar for whatever my name on
Go stick your head in a tornado- Brainstorm
I drop bombs- Flex, Napalms
Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppes when I step out, posted up in stilettos
Pussy so pink like my kitty sayin hello
If I whistle they'll pistol whip you in all 5 boroughs
I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably
Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me?
You the type to run your mouth and then run from me
I'm poppin off in your hood with no company
C'mon, Queens ain't showin you no love
I was there the other night poppin bottles with the thugs
You like Washington heffa I'm Benji
You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy
Oh yeah welcome to the fam Fendi
You need to stop, you're not hot you're a burning match
That means the end is near soon, copy that?
Oh I see they really got you gassed, like I'm a thing of the past
Betta slow down dummy, you about to crash
Stank pussy ho, I'm givin you a bath
Thermometer in hand and I'm comin for ya ass
Who you think you gettin past?
I see right through you, your whole shit is made of glass

[Clip of Nicki Minaj's 'Right Through Me']

[Verse 2]
I draw back
I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough bitch
Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit
I ride out til the wheels fall off
And my niggas squeeze til the last shell go off
Fuck your whole team all I see is a bunch of wierdos
You'sa airhead bitch- scarecrow
Ain't nothin old but my money bitch
This is grown liquid assets
Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money bastards
You and Diddy- sorry bunch of swagger jackers
I mothered you hoes I should claim you on my income taxes
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
So on my next move I'm yellin' checkmate
I smell a massacre
I'm Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her
Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin like lunch to me
Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy
Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy
You're hilarious... thanks for all the laughs
You're garbage, so I'm takin out the trash
You? Shit on me?
C'mon baby girl- Ain't enough ass shots in the world
You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit
But you could never fuck with me
So chuck it up deuces
All around the world I ball like a ball team
I stack chips, call me Miss Rothstein
Tricks is for kids silly rabbit you're my offspring
Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring

[Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj]
"I mean I know... I know you guys asked me if Roman’s Revenge was about Kim...
And no, I, it’s not about Kim...
Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim
I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity... I lost my teeth and my mind..."
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Not Tonight (Ladies Night Remix)[Intro: Lil Kim]
[Dice sounds]
Uh, yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee

[Verse 1: Angie Martinez]
It's ladies night, what
It must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherfucker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin' cream, like Thelma and Louise, but on chrome
Never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on, then it's on

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a French kiss
I dismissed all you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ow
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Niggas trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eight-fitay
Y'all missin' the buck, with the fuck
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do the Bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West, the Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

[Verse 3: Left Eye]
Uhh, never the one, packin' a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay dat ass flat
I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin' me ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one
Right-hand sayin' step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
To my niggas straight snitches and to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin' that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin'
To the top and it don't stop

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

[Verse 4: Da Brat]
Y'all see, how these bogus niggas
Try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin' with good intentions
But focusin' on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen
Niggas dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin' of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle 'em like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger clip
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin' up dust
And you can spread rumors
Shit is makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Bet ya phony niggas be buggin', I can tell
Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
Fuck the police keep my wallet obese
Who the Windy City woman still still comin' and gunnin'
Straight from the Chi?
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

[Interlude: Missy Elliott]
Ayo Kim, heh heh, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin' sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody, nigga? Heh heh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah

[Verse 5: Missy Elliott]
Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight, uh heh heh, around three and shit
Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Ow, niggas wanna be us
Heh, I'm out hehe

[Outro]
Ladies night
Ladies night
Ladies night
Ladies night
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Big Momma Thang[Intro: Lil' Kim]
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme
Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland
Even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats, nigga
That's when I'm fuckin' with the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me
And oh, don'tcha like the way I roll
And play with my bushy
Tell me, what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pussy?
Is it marriage? (Damn, this bitch is bad)
Baby carriage? (Damn, I love that ass)
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time (Why?)

[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power Coupe, make you jump ship
Leave who you wit', run with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill Rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease
Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Lil' Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the dough
I got love and B.I.G. know it
He must got the studio bugged
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin' to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys
B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's, platinum CD's
Shit, I never faught
It's on nigga, what, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a mill'n
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' with the Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this
Y'all strategy misses still plannin' weddings
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

[Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
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#MINE[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking at it
I don't mind people looking at it
Don't get mad if she ain't looking back at you nigga
Don't get mad if she ain't looking back at you nigga

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grinder

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
You know how we be moving
Me and Kevin Gates
I'm a star and I'ma keep shining
Like the roof on the Wraith
Eat my pussy with his breakfast
'Cause he love the way it tastes
He said that I stay on his mind
How I be sitting on his face
I don't need nothing but bread
I don't need niggas for nothing but head
They all fantasize being with Kim
Every night, I'm laying right next to him
Fuck my ex, you make me wetter
Fabulous, you make me better
Chanel sneakers, Chanel leather
Chanel bag in Chanel weather
Hundred grand on that PRG
I don't hear what no peon say
See me with him, just know that's me
Ten carats scream fiance
See my pussy print all through my jeans
I know you watch all this ass behind me
Should be watchin' this nigga that's right beside me

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grinder

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
You know how we be moving, listening to Future, Pluto
People like us take over, I'm a shooter with a shooter
Says she down here from up north, college, she commuting
She my new professor, I'm learning, I'm a student
Her momma hate me, say I'm too advanced, ask her how she's doing
She never say it to my face, I'm turnt up I'm a movie, yeah
At night she hear her daughter scream, Cassius Clay, I boom bye yae
My hand around her throat she naked, I bent her over on the dresser
It's too gangsta how I'm dressin', beat the pussy up, no question
Pull her hair ho, you for Kevin, hair red or blonde, or whatever
I-I'm caressin' on her breastes, kissing on her, you a blessin'
Knew I loved her when I met her, she love me, you looking for her

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grind her

[Verse 3: Lil Kim &  Kevin Gates]
You pulled it out and now he's shookin' on it
Grabbed my neck and now I'm choking on it
Hold it down if you go to prison
Conversate, conjugal visits
Keep our love, I got the COD
I'mma hold it down like P.O.P
That dope pussy that chronic
That DRE, so don't OD
Hold up baby, come here, give it to me
I'm about to uh huh, lick the pussy
In the car, don't give a fuck who lookin'And stroking on it, hustle through this for you
Dick her full, don't know if you notice
Say it ain't come here on a muscle
Lot of spit when you humming on it
Legs shaking now you cumming on it
Quiet babe, power coming on it
Uber coming, now you going home
I know it's difficult dealing
With a nigga that's in my profession
Hold up babe, why you in your feelings?
Break it for me, gotta tell your nigga
"Fly a kite" Michael Jackson, thriller
You say, "Don't nobody keep it realer"
Real one, I homicide the vision
Say her name, they gon' get the business
Chris Brown, playing when I killed her
He could fuck you too cause that's my nigga
Hand cuffin' pussy, I ain't with it
She could be for you and treat her special
Yeah, she say she love me, you looking for her

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Don't mind you looking cause she mine girl, she for me
Fall off, she gon' hold it down, please believe
Firearm, we roll around in the streets
When I get home it's going down in the sheets
Don't mind you looking cause she's mine girl, she a big fine girl
Every time she whine, she move her body like a spider
And everybody watching all that ass she got behind her
Moneymaker shine but I don't mind 'cause I'ma grind her
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Not Tonight[Verse 1]
I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the Henny and Rémy
I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind it
Felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his dick
He used to, pass me bricks, credit cards and shit
Suck him to sleep, I took the keys to the Jeep
Tell him, "I'll be back," go fuck with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, ho hop
Raw top in my man's drop
Then this homie Jimmy, he's screamin', "Gimme"
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice
Called suckin' his dick, "rockin' the mic"
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
The motherfucker never ate my pussy

[Chorus]
I don't want dick tonight
Eat my pussy right
Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now

[Verse 2]
I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush & Avenue U
Had a weed spot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't tap
I used to see him, in The Tunnel, with fuckers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on
I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I ain't frontin'
The sex was wack, a four-stroke creep
I jumped on the dick, rode his ass to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I ain't beep him
"I thought your ass was still sleepin'"
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass?
"I'll pass, nigga, the dick was trash
If sex was record sales you would be double glass
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown, taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your 5 G stones
I give you 10 G's, nigga, if ya leave me alone," screamin'

[Chorus]
I don't want dick tonight
Eat my pussy right
I don't want dick tonight
Eat my pussy right

[Verse 3]
The moral of the story is this:
You ain't lickin' this, you ain't stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
They ain't hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
I ain't with that frontin' shit
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
Fuck for car keys, and double-digit figures
Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I ain't gonna front
For limp-dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me?

[Chorus]
I don't want dick tonight
Eat my pussy right
I don't want dick tonight
Eat my pussy right
I don't want dick tonight
**************************************************
How Many Licks?[Intro: Sisqo]
Hold up, so what you're saying is
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again, aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell, I even fucked with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from down south
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony, he was Italian
He didn't give a fuck that's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin'
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin'
Puerto Rican papi used to be a Deacon
But now he be suckin' me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

[Chorus: Sisqo]
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
('Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin' they dicks to the double-X-L magazine (uhh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs
Baby, oh, yes oh!
Jailer, open up cell, block eight
Alright nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know

[Chorus: Sisqo]
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
('Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
If you drivin' in the street hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!) That's me the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street, gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hunnid on the rings
Sittin' pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 a.m., I'm on the way to the club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery list
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolate
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste, niggas got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

[Chorus: Sisqo]
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
('Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, let me know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Baby, tell me)
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
**************************************************
Magic Stick[Chorus 1: 50 Cent]
I've got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you magic
(What? What?) Magic
I got the magic stick

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I speed it up, straight beat it up
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke

[Chorus 2: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic clit
I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you magic
(What? What?) Magic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
'Cause my head game have you head over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
And I ain't out shopping spending dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib giving niggas deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answering the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs", baby, I'm makin ya high!

[Chorus 3: 50 Cent & (Lil' Kim)]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you magic - what? What?)
Magic (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I got the magic clit)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & (50 Cent)]
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tasting it
(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (One minute, six seconds)
(Magic stick) I got the magic box
Have that ass trickin' after one back shot
(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you magic
(What? What?) Magic
I got the magic stick

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic clit
I know if I get licked once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you magic
(What? What?) magic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
**************************************************
Suck My Dick[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich

[Verse 1]
To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes
Boosters, sellin' clothes
And all my ghetto bitches in the projects
Comin' through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum bitches know better than to start shit
Niggas love a hard bitch
One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never comin' home
Kim got 'em in the zone, beatin' they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin' their tits
What? I'm lovin' this shit, Queen Bitch!
What bitch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached, yeah nigga, picture that
I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us, no doubt
Ay yo, yo, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
Ay yo, come here, bitch
Nigga, fuck you!
No, fuck you, bitch
Who you talkin' to?
Why you actin' like a bitch?
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

[Verse 2]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y
The BX, the chron-chron and the list goes on and on
(On and on and on) like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the Remy down, ooh, I got this nigga now
He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind
Like niggas be doin': "Yeah baby, I love you long time"
Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
Niggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
Ay yo, come here, bitch
Nigga, fuck you!
No, fuck you, bitch
Who you talkin' to?
Why you actin' like a bitch?
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick

[Verse 3]
I'ma keep it real, for the dough I might kill
I'm tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said "Whoa! Who's the other guy?
Hope you know you payin' extra for this fuckin' third eye"
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth: "Fool, Give me my money!"
He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick
All they can do for me is suck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal]
Ay yo, come here, bitch
Nigga, fuck you!
No, fuck you, bitch
Who you talkin' to?
Why you actin' like a bitch?
'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit
And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick
**************************************************
The Jump Off[Intro: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump off (Jump off)
Goons in the club in case somethin jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum

[Hook: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
Bet it all playa fuck the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

[Hook: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here

[Hook: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)

[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot
Come to, blow the spot, come on, yeah, Hey yo
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh
Hmm hmmm
**************************************************
No Time[Chorus: Puff Daddy (Biggie)]
Heh, heheheh
I got, no time for fake niggas
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)
I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)
("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
From East to West coast spread love niggas (ha hahh, that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Diddy)]
Yeahhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches
Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, bad clique on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
Nuthin' make a woman feel better
Than Berettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddars
Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos
Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom
Nanny nanny, punani donny, hey

[Chorus: Puff Daddy (Biggie)]
No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")
I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy]
How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha
Make you scream Pa-pa, you da best, Da Da
Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy
Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks
Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes
Act shady, and feel my .380 {*gun cocks*}
Or the raven, oohwee I see
Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina
Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)
Lil' Kim pussy (uhh), how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (c'mon)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Diddy)]
Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)
Diggin' in your stash
(Niggas think they gonna get some ass)
No money money
No licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it
Don't sweat it, I bet it'd
Make ya cum smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin
Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin', and you ain't know
While you be kickin' that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man is a Bad Girl
(That's right... '96, Bad Boys c'mon)

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)
I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)
From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)
And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (c'mon)
As we proceed, to give you what you need!
We continue on!
Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon! Hahaha
**************************************************
Lighters Up[Verse 1]
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the Ratchett close by
Someone murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just another funeral service
Niggas will get at you
Come through shinin', they yap you
In broad daylight kidnap you
Feds get clap too
Police stay on us like tattoos
Niggas only grind 'cause we have to
Money is power
Sling crack, weed, and powder
Fiends come through every hour
It's all about that dollar
And we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured
By the lion in the concrete jungle
The strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble
It's the land of trouble
Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers
BIG comes first then the queen comes after

[Hook]
Now put your lighters up (Bed-Stuy)
Put your lighters up (New York)
Put your lighters up (D.C.)
Keep putting your lighters up (Philadelphia)
Put your lighters up (Detroit)
Put your lighters up (Chi-Town)
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up

[Verse 2]
Now, let me give you a walk through
Show you what to do and you don't do
Where it's not safe to go to
Them boys approach you
Better say quick who you close to
Don't come through if niggas don't know you
'Cause people is talking
The streets is watching
The D's is lurking
Stash the nine in the garbage
The life of a hustler
The life of a gambler
Dice game, kill more niggas than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that
Out in BK, not at all
Gor a pound leave your face on the wall
R.I.P. in memory of
Never show thy enemies love
We get it on where we live
You better have a pass when you cross that bridge
Welcome to Brooklyn

[Hook]
Now put your lighters up (L.A.)
Put your lighters up (V.A.)
Put your lighters up (Texas)
Keep putting your lighters up (New Orleans)
Put your lighters up (St. Louis)
Put your lighters up (ATL)
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up

[Bridge]
Damn homie I'm so tore
And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more
(We in the club like)
Damn homie I'm so tore
(Lighting the dutch like)
And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more
(Passing the bub like)
And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more
(Back at the bar like)
Fuck it, bartender you can give me one more

[Verse 3]
See, BIG done told you
I'm the hottest bitch on the planet
Biggest sex symbol, since Janet
The Zanotti bandit
Laying in the cut like a bandage
Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish
Doing them damage
And if you don't understand it
Then let me give it to you in Spanish
Soy la señorita más linda del barrios
Y lo es abo tu eres despacio
Still over in Brazil sipping Moscato
You must of forgot though
So I'mma take you back to the block yo
Put you on to how we rock yo
Some are boosting
12-year-olds prostituting
Hit-men hired for execution
There's no solution
Niggas still piss in the hallways
Fiends get high on em' all day
The youth them bang at the cops off the roof
If you don't know my town is the truth
Welcome to Brooklyn

[Hook]
Now put your lighters up (New Jersey)
Put your lighters up (Boston)
Put your lighters up (B'more)
Keep putting your lighters up (Miami)
Put your lighters up (Puerto Rico)
Put your lighters up (Kingston, Jamaica)
Keep putting them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up

[Bridge]
**************************************************
Drugs[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
Never a flaw
A different kind of high
Ya know, feel me on this, huh, uh

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance
In the lady frame
Leavin' cum stains, niggas remain in awe
When I brought a Derringer, throw it to ya jaw, uh
Never a flaw
Never before have you seen such magnificence in the black princess, yes
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggity, ask Biggie
Keep a dedicated squad with me, call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggas lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out, uh, I'm used ta’
Hangin’ with boosters, in the best name brand
With the insane clan
Man, listen
My position is lieutenant
Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it, percent it
I send it back to ya’ greasy
Freak it Arabic style, Sharmoota elhas teeze
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, with a tattoo that starts off

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
All I wanna do is touch ya’
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn ma', I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
All I wanna do is touch ya’
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Uh, to my niggas that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggas lick the middle
I'm the Don, y'all
High driven Jean-Paul Gaultier wear
Yeah, enough glorifyin'
Lyrically electrifyin'
Bitches be lyin' bout the clothes they be buyin'
Some stores won't even let you whores in
'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass all crews
Bitches still drinkin' booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Receive all the “ooohs” and the “ahhhs”, the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm stickin' you, Baby Pah, uh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach like the bag
The Prada mama
Jog five miles a day, then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya?
All I wanna do is touch ya’
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
All I wanna do is touch ya’
The ultimate rush, uh, drugs, baby

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya’, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya’, picture this?
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
Cause ya’ fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought?
We get caught and get bailed out?
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks is all we got as we sail out
Entrepreneurs, Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours
Boring, huh? I'm warnin' ya’
Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
When I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
All I wanna do is touch ya’
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
Damn ma’, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya’?
All I wanna do is touch ya’
The ultimate rush, you're drugs, baby
**************************************************
Flawless (Remix)[Intro: Beyoncé]
Dum-da-de-da
Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Coming down, dripping candy on the groun')

[Verse 1: Beyoncé]
It's that Yoncé, your Yoncé
In that lingerie, on that chardonnay
Scorin' touchdowns on your runway
I'm Texas forever like Bun B
And I'm redboned yo
I'm really rit like Donjae
I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy you know I look good as fuck
You wish I was your babymomma
Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)

[Bridge 1: Beyoncé]
Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister taught me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine (I'm flawless!)

[Hook: Beyoncé]
You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin' round in it, flawless
Flossin' on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn, God damn

[Bridge 2: Beyoncé]
I wake up looking this good
And I wouldn’t change it if I could
(If I could, if I, if I, could)
And you can say what you want
I’m the shit (what you want I’m the shit)
I’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit
I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
God damn, God damn, God damn

[Interlude: Outkast]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & (Beyonce)]
(Onika...)
Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian
(Them bitches thirsty, I’m Hungarian
Nicki, B, be eatin’, diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell ‘em winning is my motherfuckin’ protocol
‘Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
These bitches washed up and ain’t no fuckin’ soap involved, uh
This every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and B
Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
The queen of rap, slayin' with Queen B

[Verse 3: Lil Kim]
Am I trippin' or did this ho just say my name?
Queen of rap? Fuck outta here
Queen is back, fuck outta here
Time to get this wack bitch outta here
I woke up like this, fuck outta here
I'm so awesome, I'm so fuckin' awesome
These hoes wanna be me cause they know Kimmy, she flawless
Yea, I'm flossin', bitches got 'em nauseous
Phantom got 'em carsick, Panamera Porsche's
I just had a baby 'bout a week ago
These bitches got me on my bully yo
Look at this shit, still got my dick on her lips
I ain't even stunt in the bitch
Damn it's a shame
I gave you the rope, bitch, I want you to hang
Dior lipstick with the mascara
Kissin' myself in the rearview mirror
Head game so presidential, spit on a dick like an instrumental
**************************************************
Spend a Little Doe[Intro: Big Troy, Lil' Kim]
Mmm baby, I missed ya
I missed you, too
I waited a long time for this
So why you ain't come see me, no commissary or nothin'?
I ain't wanna see my bird in no cage
But I'm ready to take care of you now
Now, after three years?
Three motherfuckin' years, nigga? You know what?

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Hasta la vista, bye-bye, kiss your kids
It's the gangstresses
What you think this is, nigga?
Calm yourself, it's just a little robbery
You got stricken with the poverty, starvin' me
Call me Sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow
Spectaculous, miraculous
I practice this for a livin', like the Buddhism
Nam myoho renge kyo
Ask Tina, love ain't got shit to do, with me and you
Or the .44 under the pillow with the dildo
I like to play while I'm workin'
And that's for certain
Keep jerkin', I ain't done with you
Lights, cameras, curtains
In a second
The show begins
Invite your family and friends
They gotta see this
Oh, they wouldn't believe this
You got stuck and left naked with a hard penis

[Chorus: Fela]
It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
I heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
Out on me by your man Big D
Stink Gucara, I bought his life for 3 G's
Then some watches, then wet him like galoshes
No need to be mad, they already gone
Him and your hitman had somethin' goin' on
We caught him down at the Shark Bar up in Mark's car
You know the place where the willies are
Always frontin' in they Morays, sippin' Dom P's and Cristies
I reminisce how it used to be
On the run from po-lice we bust shotties out of Maseratis
Bloody bodies in the telly lobbies
When in need I lied for ya, I cried for ya
You know this down-ass bitch woulda died for ya
I used to sweat you, but now forget you
I'd rather dead you, and wet you like I never met you

[Chorus: Fela]
It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
And I remember, how you said you loved me
With a passion
High fashion
Who you askin'?
To keep the tum numb, from index to thumb
Push the V's with the coke from the DT's
Dope take the titties from city to city
I ain't see a G off none of them ki's
At ease, when the cops came you gave them my name
Said if I didn't snitch, you'd make a shorty rich, bitch
I copped the one to three just to see
If all the yayo and boy carryin' on the Peter Pan & Maryland
Was worth the bitch marryin'
This nigga I so worked so hard for
Chose my life to be hardcore
Laws didn`t appeal no more
Gats I couldn't feel no more
And now I'm the shit
Go by the name of Lil' Kim, the Queen Bitch
And M.A.F.I.A.'s the clique
Instead of playin' Don Dinero
I shoulda been scheming on your cream and dinero
It don't pay to be nice, but it's nice to pay
And if you die before you wake, may your soul God take

[Chorus: Fela]
It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
It don't take nothin' for you to love me, babe
It don't take nothin' for you to love me
If you're feelin' like I do, then I know you want it, too
It don't take nothin' for you to spend a little dough
**************************************************
Dreams[Verse 1]
Gimme all the rhythm and blues singers
Hen rock the shots of liquor, it makes me cum quicker
Rub between your belly like jelly
R. Kelly you think you ballin' but your body's callin'
Free fallin' and you roll in fuck the bumpin' and grindin'
Have you jumpin' and whinin' while I'm climbin'
I be doing groups like Troop
Body rockin' H-Town or Horace Brown
Watch out now
Babyface can pay the rent and cook me five meals
But momma got the whip appeal
What the deal on that Prince cat
He be lookin' fruity but you still can eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight Joe is kinda slow
Oh, what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar
Then watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts, like

[Chorus]
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)

[Verse 2]
I fuck Mista the flyway, fuck dem LaDae cats, they whack
And one on them resemble Craig Mack
I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vizion
Pussy eatin' position to go to shower pissin'
I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto
Now I'm skin deep in da Lexus Jeep
Peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit Mista
They'd be suckin' blackberry molasses out my asses
Jason, who da fuck time ya wastin'?
I got no patience for little dick tastin'
I'd rather go dolo than solo so I can get some Heaven
And be the fuck out After 7
All for One and One for All
I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of y'all
And if you're immature then I'm out the door
I'm on fire gettin' head by the Harlem Boys Choir

[Chorus]
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)

[Verse 3]
I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore
Montell Jordan ain't scorin'
Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble
Make him an example
With this pussy sample here we go
You didn't know Joe was my ho
Tony Rich my bitch don't fuck with this
I got the 112 nuts to bust so just
Open wide when I'm done give me a high five
You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case
We got to drink a pace for me to participate
Don't playa nigga it's cool with me
I'm icin' Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory

[Chorus]
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
(Dreams of fucking an R&B dick)
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R&B dick
**************************************************
No Matter What They Say[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Uh, yeah
Queen Bee, 2000
Come on

[Chrous: Lil Kim]
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that, baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
Everywhere I go red carpet
Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it
Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura
Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
Ain't shit you can tell us
Even got some of these niggas jealous
But tonight ain't about the fellas
Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us
Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appeal, I'ma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill', uh
Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
We fly like kites never gettin' into fights
I got a whole bunch of dykes on ninja bikes

[Chrous: Lil Kim]
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that, baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Lil' Caesar]
I'm just trying to be me, doing what I got to do
So why y'all keep hating on me and my crew?
Yo, I'm saying Q.B, look at them and look at you
True, if I was you I'd hate me too
Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze
Every other week a different dude and other crews
I make offers nobody can refuse
You might even see me on the channel nine news
I get paid just for laying in the shade
To take pictures with a glass of lemonade
My rocks shine like it was dipped in Cascade
(Uh-uh, Kim been fly since she was in the fifth grade)
Wake up in the morning to breakfast from a maid
Wanted me so bad you ain't copped or bootleg
Y'all niggas played like a high top fade
Some of the shit I hear I don't know how it got played
Y'all rock Versace and y'all went out and bought it
I rock Versace and y'all know I ain't paid for it
My fam deep with security in the jeep
When the Queen come in town everything shut down

[Chrous: Lil Kim]
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that, baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)

[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
Breakdown, uh
Let's dance come on
Let's dance come on
I see you, let's go
Yeah, Queen Bee, do it like this

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I'm the highest, your highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I'm speakin' so that 'ju know
*Rakim* "This is how it should be done..
'Cause this style, is identical to none"
The hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip-hop a ya don't stop
To rock it to the bang-bang boogie
To up jump the boogie
To the boogie to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a fake
It's the real Lil' Kim, Queen Bee (That's right)
Now I know y'all heard other females rap
But they ain't got nothin' on me
'Cause, y'all take to my rap cause my rap's the best
A hundred and fifty thou, sixteen bars nothin less (Nothin less)
So to y'all haters, I paid y'all no mind
In fact I'ma give it to y'all one more time like..

[Interlude: Puff Daddy]
Uh yeah, what?
Come on, bounce, what?

[Chrous: Lil Kim]
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that, baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that, baby)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Shake your body to the rhythm)
We are the number one
(If it drives you crazy)
No matter what people say
We got it going on
Who cares about what they think
(Won't you come and)
We are the number one
(Come and show me how you do that, baby)
**************************************************
Aunt Dot[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & Lil' Shanice]
My Aunt Dot
Left a Glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the door {*knock knock knock knock knock*}
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you?
Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
My mom sent me; her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie
Hmmph, she was cute; and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack, with the hat to match
Bvlgari hiking boots, with the mink bubblegoose
And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit
Then she handed me the note
Here, read this
I just stared her up and down
'Cause I couldn't believe this, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz
I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her
Besides she looks up to you, you're her idol
And tomorrow is her first violin recital
And she would be, more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later"
Damn, what went wrong?
Can't we all just get along, and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass like a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get "gonged"
'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin you so long? I got plans for the future
To bring back your head like Medusa

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Lil' Shanice]
Uhh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together
How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me
And dress like me, and look like me
And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house
Askin' me for money, day in - day out
And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha
C'mon Shanice I'm takin' you to my house in Alpine
(I wanna go with you!) Uhh, be quiet, and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be just like you
600 Mercedes, and 380's in my doll babies
Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock
Fuck Barney and Lambchops; I don't love them hoes!
But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls
Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys'R'Us
Make em spend they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus
I'm the S-the-H-the-A-the-N-the-I-the-C-the-E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What what? I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? (uh-huh) Well I can clean
You know what? I like you, little big person
But rule number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about that?
You too young for that, when I was your age
I woulda got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone, to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Hmm.. nine-one-seven, eight-five-eight, two-one-two-two
"Hello?" Yo, what's the deal?
Why these bitches buggin' out;
I mean, what's this all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy
They don't want you to win no more
Soul Train they don't want you to attend no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store
I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, then I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet
Through her in my backseat
Then I dumped her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I come home
And when we hang up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo! When Aunt Dot comes, oh brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex
And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be continued

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
Girls be actin' stink, and mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts (I'm killin' y'all)
**************************************************
Notorious K.I.M.[Intro: Lil' Kim & (Notorious B.I.G.)]
What?
Here's another one
What?
(Uh-huh uh)
What? Uh!
Here's another one
(Uh-huh)
Uh! Uh!

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Live from NYC, it's Q.B
The heavyweight champ, female MC
Girls say they different but uh see
In all actuality, they wanna be me
This chick running around with this stink ass gap
And them fake ass raps having panic attacks
You ain't a star
And your record company know that
How you make all this money, get this far and blow it
I'm a businesswoman now so I'm not concerned
I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your Firm
If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you
I'm getting money now
Them bitches in the hood they can have you
Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit
For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen
Better be careful what you say to me
That same shit you shit
I'ma make you sniff

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne tryna sound like him when they rhyme
You ain't a murderer
Nigga, please come off that
I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped
Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga
You dumb ass nigga
Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path
Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float
We gangsters
Real gangsters b
Gun in the green room up at BET
We gangsters
Real gangsters nigga
Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter
We gangsters
We gangsters bitch
Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh, uh
The moral of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch
And you ain't BIG dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some "10% Dis"
Well shit I'ma break it down like this
Lot of rappers in this game
That's cool but uh
Only one of us could rule
You see its sort of like being in school
I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience
And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes
You got nine hundred and ninety-nine nopes
You local bitch I'm worldwide
Can't you see? Open your eyes
I got you by a landslide
Y'all mad cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real g's do the gangsta boogie

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just lay down slow
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
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Big Momma Thang (Remix)I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme
Take it in the butt - yes, yes, what?
I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
Can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carats nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
Don't ya like the way I roll, and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage? [Damn, this bitch is bad]
Baby carriage? [Damn, I love that ass]
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why? Lil Ceas

Chorus: repeat 2X

Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
You wanna be this queen B but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me

Verse Two:

Hoes think I'm foul call me the bitch shitter
The lyrical gonna take a miracle
Like Deniece Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota
Gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot
Want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa
Get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous
If you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew
[Check it] you just a wanna be down wit my clique, bitch
Just a dick suckin ready for some ass fuckin'
Let me stress the tattoo on your breast
B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position
Know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin
Plus I give head better than you
Pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you
I dedicate this song to ya ass
Like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly

Chorus

Verse Three:

Saw a nigga whwh, pussy greases up
Stack da skeeza, keep em knees up
What da fuck stay chillin, pack a million
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
Lay around clown the clock steps for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don
Pussy tease, here's three for takes
Yeah I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine
[And I'm] and I'm married to this
Y'all our strategy misses still planin wettins
Mafio also deadins all that bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit
Unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh
Who knows but they gotcha
Unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh
Maybe next time keep your head up

Chorus
**************************************************
Hot Nigga (Freestyle)[Intro]
Yeah, it's Blanco
I have to do this shit for Brooklyn
Y'all ready, ready?
AMICO
Yeah, I gotta do this shit for Brooklyn

[Verse]
See Kimmy loves a hot nigga
Broad daylight, air out the whole block niggas
I could care less about your foreign car
I like to get fucked on a yacht nigga
Dope bitch, fresh up out the pot nigga
Versace Cavalli all on my crotch nigga
Chanel Number 5 on his cock nigga
Pussy taste like pineapple Circoc nigga
Take him to the bank, make him cash out
Cash cow, milk him til' he max out
Made him eat the pussy till he passed out
If you a broke nigga get up out my trap house
Been in love with benji since the fifth grade
Role play, dress up like a french maid
Uh, I got your nigga tweakin' ho
He even tried to eat while I'm bleedin' ho
Free world, free Meek Milly though
Free all my bitches out in Philio
I almost slapped a bitch about a week ago
And my Brooklyn niggas just caught a zoe
**************************************************
Shut Up Bitch[Chorus]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
Why is y'all on my shit? Damn (Shut up, bitch)

[Verse 1]
Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin', takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please
I'm in the paper every day if I piss or sneeze
Used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim, what up?)
Ridin' with the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high)
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people, if you feel me, get this whole shit jumpin' (Get it jumpin' bitch)
Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos
Don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get your facts straight or shut up, bitch

[Chorus]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
Why don't y'all get off her shit? (Shut up, bitch)

[Verse 2]
I keep the people starin' 'cause a chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German engineerin', with rack and pinion steerin'
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause mama back and hotter than before
Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everything that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' (Stop frontin')
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'
So don't believe everything you hear
'Cause like a Q-Tip, niggas be all in ya ear
365 days of the year
Shit, I done heard it all throughout my career (What they say?)

[Chorus]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
Damn, y'all stay on her shit (Shut up, bitch)

[Verse 3]
I just keep climbin' up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some people jobs is to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to pay less
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' (Yup)
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people, if you feel me, get this whole shit jumpin'
You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another nigga's business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn, good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close your teeth

[Chorus]
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed? Why she got bigger tits?
Man, get off my girl's shit (Shut up, bitch)

[Outro]
Haha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh my God
You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch
You just knew, "Don't let her come back Jesus, please don't let her come back"
Well, she's back, bitches, hahaha
Okay look, just, on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressin', ain't it depressin'?
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch, learn how to make a quilt or somethin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is, ain't it?
Just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch
**************************************************
Came Back For You[Interlude]
You say, "What is it that you want?
You've got everything that a woman could ever need in life"
I got a closet full of minks, chinchillas
I got a bureau full of diamonds, I can change four times a day if I want to
You even tryin' to eat lobster and drink champagne, now you know that ain't your roots
For you strictly a collard green and cornbread baby
Now you know if anybody know, I know
But since you feel like that this evening, sit down and drink some champagne with me
And let me rap to you

[Intro]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none
But you could call me Miss White
Most people know me as Lil Kim, the head of the La Bella Mafia
Oh, shoutout to my girl Victoria Gotti and the whole Gotti family, stay up

[Verse 1]
This time around, I ain't takin no shit
This time around, I'll never get bit
This time around, I switched up my flow
Got rid of the Pits and put Rotts by the do'
This time around, it ain't like befo'
This time around, I'm gon' crack ya jaw
The feds is watchin' me so I can't do much
Speak the wrong words, bitch, and you will get touched
I'm back on the scene, my favorite color is green
I'm buildin' a empire, got a whole new team
Pimp game is strong, raps is just harder than they ever been
You can never win
Made my way through Hollywood, fashion world adores me
Music's my first love, a nine to five bores me
Love me or hate me, Lil Kim come through
My fans across the world, I came back for you

[Chorus]
I came back for you
All incarcerated Scarfaces, gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you
All my fans across the world, holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin' on me, all these hoes is hatin' on me
I came back for you
The mink rockin', Benz coppin', keep the bottles poppin'

[Verse 2]
It's the real hip-hop, mami, check the facts
I'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps
Like the sand in the hour glass, you out of your time
Tryna go against the queen, is you out of your mind?
Even bein' number two, your chances is slim
'Cause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim
I gave a few passes, but I never forget
It's enough I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick (Uh)
Now you and you wanna come at me from all sides
I'm gettin' money, don't think I just be lettin' shit slide
I'm very concerned with fashion, ain't my fault y'all don't know how to
Rock this Hollyhood thang, y'all need to let me style you
Come back to the light ma, I started the shit
How soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit
So keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days
As long as I'm around, you gon' bow down

[Chorus]
I came back for you
All incarcerated Scarfaces, gangstas with the fed cases
I came back for you
All my fans across the world, holla at your girl
I came back for you
Everybody's waitin' on me, all these hoes is hatin' on me
I came back for you
The mink rockin', Benz coppin', keep the bottles poppin'

[Verse 3]
This time around, either you in or your out
This time around, you better watch your mouth
This time around, you gon' hang or bang
This time around, you better do your thang
'Cause I'm the best that ever done it, the best that lived it
I ain't no overnight success, goddamn it, I was born with it
The Prada mama, the Dolce and Gabbana drippin'
The blue Hpnotiq, martini, mimosa-sippin'
Y'all better team or get it together
Or you, you and her can get it whenever
Huh, I got a army, y'all can't harm me
If the shoe was on the other foot, you'd probably try to stomp me
Don't get your life tooken (Tooken) I know I got you shooken (Shooken)
This Bed Stuy fly girl came back for Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

[Outro]
Didn't we almost make it?
Yeah, yeah, didn't we?
Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
Yeah, yeah, didn't we?
Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
Yeah, yeah, didn't we?
Didn't we, didn't we almost make it?
**************************************************
Hold On[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Oh, how it hurts, like childbirth
The wounds heal slow, you just don't know
At times, I don't know what to say
And all I do is pray, day to day
But still, I feel my strength might die
Like right now, I'm tryin' hard not to cry
Even when I close my eyes, I still see it
Damn, I just don't believe it
The bad times I buried, like the cemetery
Unworthy people playin' beneficiaries
A lotta people eatin' off of one man's death
Don't you worry B.I., I'ma ride to my last breath
You killas, caused a lotta devastation
You have no idea what you did to this nation
I fuckin' hate you, excuse my frustration
But just when I'm about to quit, God tells me to just

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Frank White, the man with the money and the fame
Passed away, now bitches wanna claim his name
I been with my nigga before he came in the game
No one's, no V's, we used to take the train
Just us and the Mafia goin' out to parties
I guess back then we was real nobodies
But he was my nigga, and I was his bitch
I rolled hard with him, how could I forget him
Had beef with yo wife that ain't patched up
But still got love for your kids
Even wrote 'em in my will
And I'ma make sure the fam keep a decent meal
No matter what I got to do, or who I got to kill
Shit is real, baby, there ain't no appeal
If I'm fucked up, imagine how Mrs. Wallace feels
Sometimes I sit and think how it would be if we was married
Of if I woulda kept the child that I carried
So to my ladies, don't think I haven't walked in yo shoes
Or thought this was only happenin' to you, righ'
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on this boo
Cuz trust me, I know exactly what you're going through

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Don't you give up, be strong
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better
I got your back

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
So I guess you know the story of how it all ends
Depressed, stressed, don't know who's my real friends
One thing's for sure, I can count on my mens
D-Roc, Money, L, Lil' Cease, and PD
My whole B.I. family, remind me of you
We miss you so much, I love you so much
Never thought life without you would be so rough
But I know we gon make it
We ain't happy, but we fakin'
And to New York, thanks for the support
And all our real fans, I'm shoutin' out the whole land
This is somethin' young kids just won't understand
How they took away this beautiful man
Who shared so many memories
I could go on and on, but a song can only be so long
It's been hard, but I told God that I put up a fight
So here's a Long Kiss Goodnight, Frank White

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Don't you give up, be strong (be strong)
Hold on, hold on (you gotta hold on, girl)
Things are gonna get better (don't let 'em rule you)
Tough times, they last so long (you better stay sane)
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better
Don't you give up, be strong (see we need you, always need you Kim)
Hold on, hold on (every day, we miss you, we miss you BIG, oh)
Things are gonna get better
Tough times, they last so long
Hold on, hold on (don't let 'em get you down)
If you believe, they will get better (don't let 'em tell you you won't be around)
Don't you give up, be strong (just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, yeah)
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better (hold on, hold on)
Tough times, they last so long (things will get better, baby, things will get better, Kimmy)
Hold on, hold on (I'm telling you as your friend Mary)
If you believe, they will get better (I love you, I love you, your friend, know that)
Don't you give up, be strong (BIG, he still lives in me)
Hold on, hold on
Things are gonna get better (he still lives in you and only you)
Tough times, they last so long (and everybody that knows him, yeah yeah yeah)
Hold on, hold on
If you believe, they will get better
Don't you give up, be strong (only if you believe, it get better)
Hold on, hold on (only if you believe, it get better, yeah)
Things are gonna get better (oh)
Tough times, they last so long (just ignore the nonsense)
Hold on, hold on ('cause you're on another level)
If you believe, they will get better (don't let 'em, don't let 'em fool ya)
Don't you give up, be strong (I got ya, I got ya, I got ya)
Hold on, hold on (I hold you in my arms like my own baby)
Things are gonna get better
**************************************************
Heavenly Father[INTRO]
Heavenly father... Creator of all things
I humble myself... As I bow to the throne
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness

[REPEAT 2x]
I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness

[VERSE 1]
They say the closest ones to ya
Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
Check for the ones wit the venom on they tongue
'Cuz niggas is snakes, they hugs be fake
Steal from they best friend at his own wake
I did all I can do and I took all I can take
This is it, crossin' me was ya biggest mistake
And was it enough that I split 20% of what I make?
Was it enough that I cut niggas half of what I bake?
Ain't enough that I almost lost all my bread
Bailin niggas out, keepin' a roof over our head
Enough is enough I wash my hands I'm done wit it
I ain't playin wit u motherfuckers come wit it
Keep the fam together God knows I tried
But shit ain't been the same since B.I. died

[Hook 1]
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... every night
Keep the fam together God knows I tried
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... and every night
Shit ain't been the same since B.I died

[VERSE 2]
Lil' Kim the first rap bitch to shake up the charts
Act like I ain't the leader of this Million Bitch March
Who got y'all rockin' the Prada
The Gucci, Dior, Chanel, Versace and Louis
Please, I'm the reason this rap game is unisex
I'm the reason bitches want bigger breasts
Show some respect where respect is due
(Without who?) Without me there'd be no you
These next few lines it to you women abusers
Last nigga I was wit... straight fuckin' loser
Niggas think 'cuz you give 'em ya heart
They can... dissect it and rip it apart
Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy
You lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
Lil' Kim is EVERYthing a man could EVER want
And that's real

[Hook 2]
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day... and every night
Mm-mm, not I, one nigga's in my eye
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day, yo... every night
Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy

[VERSE 3]
When the... money is gone (So is ya friends)
When the... gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense, I'm keepin' it real
Wanna do business wit me? Get in touch wit Hill

["Big Hill"]
That's right any questions? No you can't ask me
Put ya name and ya number on a letterhead and fax me
U want Kim? Name the location
75 grand and that's just for conversation

[Lil' Kim]
I'mma remain loyal while y'all crumble like the foil
It's tradition to rock diamonds in my crown, I'm royal
Niggas ain't believe in me, they thought it was over
Baby girl risin' up like the early mornin' sun
Y'all think y'all know but y'all have no idea
What the fuck I been goin' through these last 7 years

[Hook 3]
(I pray for love... I pray for love...
I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)
Every day, yo... and every night
They just don't make my breed no more
Word, that's it... (I pray for love... )(Every day, yo)
(I pray for love) I'm the last of the Mohicans...
(and every night) after me
There will be none... (I pray for love...)
(I pray for love, joy, peace and happiness)... and every night
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more

[Lil' Kim talking]
I'm sayin... I just wanna be happy, that's all I don't ask for much
It makes me happy to see my people smile you know what I'm sayin
I ain't a hater, I don't even like sayin' the word
(Nobody lives by the code of the street no more)
I'd sacrifice everything I got right now to have my man Biggie here wit me
You see that's just how I am
'Cuz I'm a rider (Keep the fam together god knows I tried)
What good is it to have everything
If you can't share it with the one you love?
If you can't be wit the ones you love... then love the ones you wit
Don't take nobody for granted
You ain't promised tomorrow
Karma's a motherfucker
I'm appreciative (Payback's a motherfucker, put that on the Stuy)
La Bella Mafia 2003... Suga Shaft, the Beehive... We comin'...
**************************************************
Whoa[Hook: Lil' Kim]
My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Fresh out the federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible ceilings
It's the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Brooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes
Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace, cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggas put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I ain't trippin off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the haters

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Me and my team, we tryin to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin man, we keep it goin man
Won't stop, can't gotta keep it goin man
See I do it for the fans, they'll never understand
While they goin off course, me I'm stickin to the plan
Feel the movement, it's a whole new crew
FUCK Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin that they cain't undo
Whoever ridin with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I blew
Brooklyn style, that's how we do it
Ill gangsters and ain't got to prove it

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass full of Crist-al
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
Rose from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dancefloor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
My niggas, pull triggers, stack figures whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggas, broke niggas not my niggas no no no
In the club we, sippin Dom P, sittin lovely oh whoa whoa
Sexy ladies, goin crazy, cause the beat's like whoa whoa whoa
**************************************************
F*** You[Verse 1: Trife]
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil' Cease-ah
But don't sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin', rap barbarian
Ninety-six Blake Carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please MC's of all types
Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out
For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses
Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A
But faggot niggas wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Uhh, uhh
The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas lovely
I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E., watch the show
As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's
Ain't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin' hard on Cristal
Dream accounts, large amounts
'Cause Frank don't play with lye money, get high money
Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's
I'm not your average lady; put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'
Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron
Uh, who us?
We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser
Police'll never chase us we too fly for that
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
I be, flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and
But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference
Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw

[Interlude: Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhhh, motherfuckers think they tough guys
Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up
Faggot ass motherfuckers
They really ain't no true players

[Verse 3: Larceny]
Death comes to those that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all
Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out, start shooting kids
Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three; don't take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease
How you wanna spit a grease?
**************************************************
Panda (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Kim]
I know they see us coming
I know they see us coming
Ayo Desiigner!
We see you, baby
Welcome to the Royal Brooklyn Family
I ain't came to play, I came to slay

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I got killas in Belize
I got niggas in the league
NBA, NHL, MLB
Watch how I go off on the Hennessy
NFL no sacks
I got the ball like a running back
My nigga OT with a hundred packs
I hit the mall with a hundred racks
Two straps like a backpack
Rolls Royce and a Maybach
Back to Back like a Drake rap
Drive the Rari like I'm on a race track
White kicks Buscemi
Black Whip Borghini
Back on top like a beanie
Eat the booty like zucchini
He pulled it out, it was teeny
Pour some ketchup on that weenie
My niggas pour lean in Bellinis
My pussy wet like a bikini
Getting cheese, fettuccine
Move and work out the deli
Move my body like a genie
Disappear, Makaveli

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
White mink, panda
I got white, Hannah
I feel like Tony Montana
White diamonds, panda

[Verse 2: Maino]
I got broads in Atlanta
Couple broads that are scammers
They work hard to Atlanta
To hit the malls in Atlanta
YSL, fly as hell
Party like we just got out of jail
Couple my shooters fresh out on bail
I keep them bitches that's bad as hell
I blew my money in aces
I’ve seen your woman crush naked
Fuck and forgot what her name is
She didn’t even know what a wraith is
Hop out the Rolly Royce
Diamonds all over my rolly boy
You fell in love with the bitch
Did you think you was her only boy?
I am the king of the streets
Niggas you look up to cater to me
Always been full, with the k in the street
I told ‘em that I would be back with the queen
Ya done messed up, feel the pressure
Chain too big, can’t lift my neck up
Just one hand, I lift the tech up
At his head, 'case he vest up! Aye

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
White mink, panda
I got white, Hannah
I feel like Tony Montana
White diamonds, panda
**************************************************
Spicy[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
(Muah!) Muy caliente
Time to keep it cool, that's what the wrist say
Don't be a fool, that's what the fist say (woo)
I'm crushin' these bitches like it's a Wednesday
Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do
Inside whited out, I just erased you
Outside all black, it's biracial
I'm married to the money and I'm so faithful
Man, this ring finger so icy (icy)
It's like my middle finger don't fuck with it (fuck y'all niggas)
These red bottoms so spicy (spicy)
It's like there's red pepper stuck to the bottom of 'em

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy
When Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin' we do spicy

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Shit's real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still
He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel
I'm too classy, too bossy
You bitches ain't spicy, y'all just salty
Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Aubrey
Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life
And you bitches couldn't Xscape with T.I's wife
I'm so spicy

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy
When Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin' we do spicy

[Bridge: Fabolous]
We steppin' in hotter this year
We steppin' in hotter this year
And they ain't gon' like it
They gon' be spicy

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté
Then I sprinkle on it like I'm Salt Bae
Them jerks ain't gettin' chicken so they hot sauce
You drippin' wack juice, boy, it's not sauce
Stop hypin' up these goofies and wack rhymers
Your dick suckin' done got worse than Blac Chyna
Spice out the cabinet aka the closet
I'm makin' up some fly shit, I'm makin' a deposit
Remember we was playin' we gon' make it in the projects
To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex
Now I'm into cayenne, drippin' sriracha
Tell a nigga stay cool 'fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga
Get some bangin' head, then amnesia on 'em
Should I plain jane or add the seasonin' on em'?
Kimmy

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I'm so icy (I-C-Y)
Why Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin' we do spicy

[Bridge: Fabolous]
We steppin' in hotter this year
We steppin' in hotter this year
And they ain't gon' like it
They gon' be spicy

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin' we do spicy

[Outro: Fabolous]
Kimmy, they gon' be spicy after this one!
**************************************************
We Don’t Need It[Intro: Lil' Cease]
Yea-uh, fuck that (yo)
I want some pussy tonight
I think I wanna fuck my bitch Goldie and shit
Only because she got some money for me and shit
I think about fuckin' her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fuckin' big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do, but check it

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
How you spell cash? Cease and some hash
At last, a nigga kickin' game full blast (Full blast)
How you want it, diamonds or dime-elles (What?)
Jan Sport book-bags and bags from Chanel (Uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel (Uh huh)
He drive a tricycle and his pants too little (What?)
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit (Kicks fit)
The real shit, true, baller pack steel shit (Uh)
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit (Uh huh)
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is just
Make your way to my king-sized bed (Uh huh)
And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bedspread (What?)
Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
Just gimme some head, gimme some head

[Chorus: Junior M.A.F.I.A. & Lil' Kim]
If you ain't suckin' no dick
We don't need it, we don't need it
If you ain't lickin' no clits
We don't want it, we don't want it
If you ain't drinkin' no nut
We don't need it, we don't need it
If you ain't lickin' no butts
We don't want it, we don't want it

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Some bitches do and some bitches don't (Uh)
Ride a dick 'til he bust, shit I know I won't (Uh)
Niggas cum too fast for me (Uh huh)
A waste of a good dick if you ask me (Ask me)
I like a nigga like to put his back in it (Back in it)
If it's a weave fuck around and pull a track in it (Pull a track in it)
All I get, few strokes that's it (Uh huh)
This bomb ass shit got your cigarettes lit (Light em up)
Who me, forced to use plan B
Masturbate, play with the pussy (Uh)
This nigga here bust off snorin' (Uh huh)
He straight, I knew this date would be borin' (Uh)
I wanna wake him up to do his duty (Do his duty)
Nigga use that tongue, clit to booty, clit to booty
You wanna steal the pussy like a thief (Like a thief)
Now kiss the lips without the teeth (Without the teeth)
So I could bust a nut or two come clean like Jeru
Goodnight to you too, boo

[Chorus: Junior M.A.F.I.A. & Lil' Kim]
If you ain't suckin' no dick
We don't need it, we don't need it
If you ain't lickin' no clits
We don't want it, we don't want it
If you ain't drinkin' no nut
We don't need it, we don't need it
If you ain't lickin' no butts
We don't want it, we don't want it

[Verse 3: Trife]
Nine out of ten women want to spit
On the skin of Blake Carrington
But I need much more to get raw
Hardcore, dick to jaw, dick to jaw
You drinkin' babies, don't wanna hear baby strictly
Well if he cum up on your chest slow
If not then your not down with me
Little Ceasar, Del Vec, Klept, or B.I.G
Capone, Nino, or Bugsy
Don't ask Kim for a date
She want her pussy ate

[Chorus: Junior M.A.F.I.A. & Lil' Kim]
If you ain't suckin' no dick
We don't need it, we don't need it
If you ain't lickin' no clits
We don't want it, we don't want it
If you ain't drinkin' no nut
We don't need it, we don't need it
If you ain't lickin' no butts
We don't want it, we don't want it
**************************************************
Identity Theft[Intro/Outro]
I get a feeling there's gonna be a riot...

[Verse 1]
Uh, it's looking like I'm headed back behind bars again
Cause bitches wanna start with Kim and I ain't with the arguing
I'm jet chartering, fresh cardigan
Getting my Martha in while these broke hoes borrowing
I guess it's back to stashing guns in the bra again
Pulling bitches out they car again
These swagger jackers give the game a bad look
Pop shit on Twitter and apologize on Facebook
And now they wanna send me requests
Telling me that I'm simply the best
I won't stop till I see my enemies rest
They probably get locked up for identity theft
I ain't got time for bum bitches, the gun get it
I come with it, anything you tryna do, I done did it
I'll let you live for a while but I'm dying with the crown
The queen's back, bitches, come get it

[Hook]
What y'all want, huh?
What y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
(Be careful what y'all wish for)
(Cause now she's pissed off)
(And y'all gon' feel her reign)
This what y'all want, huh?
This what y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
(Y'all got just what y'all wished for)
(Cause now she's pissed off)
(And ya'll gon' feel her reign)

[Verse 2]
Since you resist on running your jibbs off
After I drop these flowers for B.I.G. off
I'mma come and blow your lid off, like Adolf
Rolling up the tints, then peel off
Better wear your crosses and roseries, read the Qur'an
Pray to Allah for you think about approaching me
Uh, all I rock with is gutter niggas
Cut all affiliations with sucka niggas
I got bitches that'll gun-butt a nigga like Tameka and Tammy, uh
I gave birth to your style, watch how you speak to ya mammy
Your team can't fuck with my family
And I ain't talking Internal Revenue
I'm talking IRS, the Goodfella crew
Uh, you was never hard, check my repertoire
Fuck cash, my name is a black card

[Hook]
What y'all want, huh?
What y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
(Be careful what y'all wish for)
(Cause now she's pissed off)
(And y'all gon' feel her reign)
This what y'all want, huh?
This what y'all want, huh? Huh, huh
(Y'all got just what y'all wished for)
(Cause now she's pissed off)
(And ya'll gon' feel her reign)\

[Intro/Outro]
I get a feeling there's gonna be a riot...
**************************************************
Found You[Intro: Ying Yang Twins]
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
Girl, I found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
Found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie

[Verse 1: Lil Kim & Yung Miami]
I'm a cutie with a big booty (Booty)
Big bag, I like big dicks, big ice
I got that good pussy, make a nigga cum fast
Then I let him use my face as a cum rag
I'm in Miami with Miami, we just jet skiin'
And it's "Free JT" 'til the jet leavin' (Period)
If you bitches that fresh, we the best breathin'
Jet leavin', I just flew into the next season
See my booty, booty, booty, booty rock (Ayy)
Ain't dropped in a minute, still got it on lock (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
All you cappin' ass niggas need to stop
Can't sail in this pussy with a boat, you need a yacht (Yep-nope)
And I don't know niggas names so I call 'em "Boo"
And I don't save numbers 'til they send a mil or two
What's up there, lil' bitch, stay big mad
Ya nigga give me big bags, you can kiss my big ass

[Chorus: O.T. Genesis]
Found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
Found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
He want a bitch out the city, yeah
Who prettier? Nice ass and some titties, yeah, for really, yeah
Wanna kiss up and lick up the pussy for fun
Tryna switch up the liquor so you could get drunk
Hunnids on hunnids is what make me cum (Brrrt)
Fuck me for free? You must be drunk and dumb
You better ask 'round 'bout me, where the fuck I'm from (Yep)
These niggas gotta pay, fuck that, I'm young
All you retarded with it? You got the dumb head
Fuck my mind all night, don't cum yet (Nah)
Don't leave me daddy, where you goin'? (Where you goin'?)
Put your card on file, let's blow it (Let's blow it)
We can party all night 'til the sun out (Sun out)
After two is when the freak really come out
But soon as you run out, I'ma run out
Drop the Bentley and drive wit' my tongue out (Oww)

[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
I found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
Found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie

[Verse 3: O.T. Genasis]
Rich ass Crip wit' a whole lotta cash
Four fingers on her cheeks, got my thumb in her ass
She wanna quickie in the car, tryna fuck quick (Quick)
Before I touch that pussy, you gon' suck dick
And so I need the type of bitch (Bitch)
That make you cum quick, beat it like a drumstick
In town for the night so you know I gotta pack and leave
I love when the pussy like mac and cheese
Bend that over, go 'head, arch that (That)
All that bumper, I'm gon' park that (Baow)
I met a lil' bitch, she was super cool (Cool)
Still had to send her in the Uber Pool
Got a mirror on the wall, I can see when I fuck (Fuck)
Hands on her stomach, got my D in her guts (Hey)
Titty fuck, yeah that's my move
Blow this dick like some hot ass food

[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
Girl, I found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
Found you, Ms. New Booty
Super thick, pussy wet like jacuzzi
Grab her phone, finna put her in a movie
She just want a real hot boy like Juvie
**************************************************
Took Us a Break[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain't nothin' gon' throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
Countin' on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landin' jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I'm layin', nigga
Killin' 'em slow, that's torture
Rented out the whole top floor penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches outta order
I'm a bad bitch with some ol' money
Yeah, I'm ballin' but I want some mo' money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that's a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I'm skiin' in the summer
Surfin' waves in the winter time
They callin' me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type-a thang for me
When it come to Kim there's no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain't nothin' gon' throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
Countin' on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got 'em mad now
Sour niggas stay hatin' on me
'Cause I'm hangin' clothes from these racks now
I was raised in the school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Givin' y'all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see y'all watchin' my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
All this weight, I need a lap band
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that's a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killin' shit like the Reaper
Buyin' shit for no reason
It's always Lil' Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain't nothin' gon' throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
And the bitter bitches, got 'em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
Countin' on, 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
Ain't nothin' more important than this money, baby
**************************************************
Auto Blanco[Verse]
Niggas call me Blanco like the mob out here (Mob out here)
We overseas, they like "How you get them Glocks out here?"
I got killas in different countries, you know squad out here
Feed a lot of wolves, watch it how you talk out here
"Fuck Lil' Kim", that's all I hear is people talkin' evil
"Fuck Lil' Kim", if you say that then, bitch, I better not see you
"Fuck Lil' Kim", bitch, watch your mouth before they can't ID you
Laid up in ICU where nobody can come see you
Why these bitches think they safe because I'm not out?
You know any given time Kimmy could pop out
Every time I see these chicks they quick to cop out
IG got these hoes thinkin' that they got clout (Ahh)
Get yo' ass back in that house, we got No Limit tanks
Master P dropped that shit off last night, we pullin' rank
Never talk when gangstas talk unless you 'bout that action
My track record'll tell you bitches I ain't just rappin'
This Dior coat is the only one, so you can't jack it
I'm a masterpiece, wrapped me on his arm like a bust-down Patek
Niggas flexin' on the 'Gram, but they be broke (They be broke)
Smokin' on 'em blunts, but don't want no smoke
Never care so much right now, my paper's stackin' up (Stackin' up)
I'm in my Louis bag, you hoes could pack it up (Pack it up)
Y'all both got knocked, he in, you out, it ain't adding up (Ain't addin' up)
But you say you keep it gangsta, nigga, that's cap or what? (Cap or what?)
Big and Pac'd be alive right now if you niggas ain't gassed shit up
If I knew who did it, I'd personally wrap they caskets up
I'ma keep Frank name alive, my nigga ain't die for nothin'
Got shooters out in Brooklyn ready to die for nothin'
These rats runnin' round in this jungle, lyin' for nothin'
Be careful we got apes out here, eat you alive for nothin'

[Outro]
We on our Royal Fam shit, you heard?
Thank you, come again
Gang, gang, gang
Shittin' me? Hahahahahahaha
**************************************************
Don’t Mess With Me[Intro]
See.. some niggas don't know how to act..
So I'm about to get on some Left Eye shit
And start burnin' down niggas cribs

[Verse 1]
When we met, I can't front, I was all in your shit
Even though I was a bitch playin' hard to get
'Cause see I never felt this way in my life
It didn't take long before you made me your wife
Shoppin' sprees and puttin' money in my pockets
Pictures of you inside my heart-shaped lockets
And my girls, knew you wasn't no good
They told me 'bout them broads you was fuckin in the hood
You said I was a diamond, and you was like a pearl
So daddy how could you do this to your baby girl?
Memories, is all it brings when I look at my rings
And "Heartbreaker" is the song I sing (c'mon, c'mon)

[Chorus]
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(Do you know, who I am?)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hehe, yeah, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess around)

[Verse 2]
Breakfast in Paris, dinner in Milan
Sex on the beach, yeah we had it goin' on
Then one day you hid my birth control pills
Said the way I sucked your dick it had you head over heels
When you got rich I helped you run your company
For eleven years, and now you wanna dump me?
And just to think, I was about to have a baby for you
And then some bitch you was fuckin said she was havin' one too?
You wrong! Nigga dead wrong, you know the song
"Don't know what you've got til it's gone"
After the fight, the other night, and we both went to jail
I burnt all your clothes up, I was "Waiting to Exhale"
(That's right)

[Chorus]
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
(I'm the Queen Bitch)
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Hmm, you don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Yeah, now hold that)

[Verse 3]
Now I'm back to my old ways, like in the old days
Flirtin', not givin' a fuck, what?
Got you lookin' in the mirror sayin', "Damn!"
Sick thinkin bout the next man fuckin this tight pussy
Niggas want me, even though they got a honey
If I'ma be number two, they givin' me some hush money
Ask Whitney, I learned how to break a heart from you
Cause when a woman's fed up, it ain't nothin' you can do
I'm that Bitch, don't you ever forget
Witchu when you rich or when you ain't have shit
Now he cryin', he beggin', "Kim let me come back"
Like Mark Morrison, "Return of the Mack" baby!

[Chorus]
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(You don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Don't be messin' with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Y'all niggas don't wanna mess with me)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
(Cause I'm not the one)
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker
Love taker don't you mess around with me, you're a
Heartbreaker, dream maker.. you're a
**************************************************
Go Awff[Intro]
Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
Go off (Go off, go off, go off)
Go off (Go off, go off, go off)

[Chorus]
Go off (Go off)
If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
Go off (Go off)
Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
Go off (Go off)
And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash
Go off (Go off)
Throw some racks as she shakin' that

[Verse 1]
I go off like a AK, turn ya sidewalk to a runway
Yeah, you know my waist snatched, face beat, hair laid
Gonna heat it up like a soufflé
Queen Bee gon' reign forever
I'm Mother Nature, I determine the weather
The way I slay, you bitches could never

[Chorus]
Go off (Go off)
If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
Go off (Go off)
Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
Go off (Go off)
And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash
Go off (Go off)
Throw some racks as she shakin' that
Go off (Go off)

[Post-Chorus]
Diamonds dancin' on my AP
Tellin' me it's time to go off
(Go off, then, go off, then)
Go off
(Go off, then, go off, then)
Go off

[Verse 2]
All my fam in New York
Shooters in Cali, my Zoe's in Miami
Go off like finale
ATL blessin' all the trap niggas that's dope
Galliano, vintage Gaultier
I had more Balmain than Olivier
Over 365 pair
I can attend fashion week for a whole year (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Go off (Go off)
If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
Go off (Go off)
Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
Go off (Go off)
And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash
Go off (Go off)
Throw some racks as she shakin' that
Go off (Go off)

[Post-Chorus]
Diamonds dancin' on my AP
Tellin' me it's time to go off
(Go off, then, go off, then)
Go off
(Go off, then, go off, then)

[Verse 3]
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Don't play with my blood or my money
Gotta whole lotta people dependin' on me
I roll with a pack of wolves so best believe we gon' eat
I think it's time to go off

[Chorus]
Go off
If you a bad bitch and you in your bag
Go off (I think it's time, I think it's time)
Go 'head then with yo' sexy ass
Go off (Go off)
And all my dope boys gettin' plenty cash (I think it's time)
Go off
Throw some racks as she shakin' that
Go off

[Outro]
Diamonds dancin' on my AP
Tellin' me it's time to go off
(I think it's time, I think it's time)
(Go off, then, go off, then)
(I think it's time, I think it's time)
Go off
(Go off, then, go off, then, I think it's time)
Go off
(I think it's time, I think it's time)
Go off
**************************************************
M.A.F.I.A. Land[Intro]
Yeah, uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets
Heh, let me tell you

[Verse 1]
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority in this fam
Where life's initiated, ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it, like Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne
The sweat-a the money getter
Coppin' mad cheddar
Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano
I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular
Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines
Watch how genuine this gold mine recline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!*
Like a parolee, the bitch violated
So how you like it: coffins or cremated?

[Chorus]
It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas
It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas

[Verse 2]
Street murderers, thug parasites
We official, no fake gators
Coppin' firearms with dud missles
We leavin' scar tissues
That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga, what! threw the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
On my belt buckles and cracked his middle knuckles
Damn! How could a deal for a couple mill
Result to such violence
And throw our whole shit off balance?
But still, they pat me down from all angles
Trapped inside the Devil's triangle
Like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
One cross-eyed and hunchbacked
The other must be mixed with Black
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tattoo teardrops
Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks
Before this chops
I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it don't stop
I got away with everything, the cash and the stash

[Chorus]
It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas
It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas

[Verse 3]
So now I'm titled, mission accomplished
My man was astonished
He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin! I know this nigga's thinkin'
"Damn! She too little, too pretty, too quiet
The bitch is hired," mob's wife for life
Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
We increase the price, uhh
So guess who the bitch is?
But for now I be the mistress

[Chorus]
It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas
It ain't a day of my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas
**************************************************
Bag[Verse 1]
People looking at me different, people looking at me funny
Had to put some distance, had to keep these stank niggas from me
I've been gone for a minute 'cause I was getting to the money
Came from the gutter like a bum boy
Fuck niggas, get money, still, that's the protocol
Yes sir, I'm still hardcore
Numero uno, but you know a bitch'll still draw for her
My fans want an encore
Beach house overseas, that's the meaning of a north shore
I used to move that white boy, Justin Bieber
You a atheist, I’ll make you a believer
Mink dragging on the floor, I'm sayin' fuck PETA like Tara and Amina
I know people wanna see me fall
So I don't fuck with anyone at all
Money'll run from you if you chase it
Just sit back and have some patience
I be dodging them shots like the Matrix
Queen of diamonds, sippin' aces
Got the money in a chokehold, blue faces
And some more mills comin', I can taste it, yeah

[Chorus]
Give me that bag, give me that bag
All I want is that bag
Give me the bag, give me that bag
I came back for the bag
Give me that bag, give me that bag
I'm only here for the bag
Give me the bag, give me that bag
You know I keep the bag on me

[Verse 2]
I'm a bad gyal, so you know I move in silence
I'm a humble crook, I get your ass booked
And still scream "Stop the Violence!"
Most hated but I love that
Most underrated but I'm so above that
Cut you with the same knife you put in my back
Try me if you want, you'll be missing more than a hubcap
Now run and tell that to TMZ
It's the principle, don't try to lean on me
And what the fuck is twenty G's?
I get more than that to sip Rosé in VIP
I keep the bag on me like I'm Santa Claus
He feeling on my titties like Diana Ross
I'm so A1, don't really need the sauce
These yellow diamonds really piss a nigga off
Bezel so cold, I gotta thaw it out
Kim put that work and never call out
Dope girls, more than bass in these speakers
Shoebox money, ain't no space for the sneakers
I ain't stressing comments on the internet
I'm just adding commas to a bigger check
I'm just adding diamonds to a new Patek
I keep these haters sick, get them Mucinex

[Chorus]
Give me that bag, give me that bag
All I want is that bag
Give me the bag, give me that bag
I came back for the bag
Give me that bag, give me that bag
I'm only here for the bag
Give me the bag, give me that bag
You know I keep the bag on me

[Bridge]
You know I keep the bag on me
Every day I be getting to the money
All my life, I been getting to the money (Oh)
Bitches hating 'cause I'm getting to the money (Oh)
I be getting to the money (Oh)
All of these ones all over the floor, let 'em go (Oh)
All to the door, all to the door (Let 'em go)

[Chorus]
Give me that bag, give me that bag
All I want is that bag
Give me the bag, give me that bag
I came back for the bag
Give me that bag, give me that bag
I'm only here for the bag
Give me the bag, give me that bag
You know I keep the bag on me
**************************************************
Queen Bitch, Pt. 2[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Everything you heard, yo, that's my word
You play the herb and repeat every word
It get on your nerves to see how we swerve
Watches that shine, dimes with his and her furs
Straight from the curb to the suburb
In the black suburb, plucking birds, getting served
Y'all ain't never learned how this world turn
Thought it was over, huh? Now we return!
To whom it may concern, when you hot you burn
Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just ain't your turn
The rules are so stern, nigga get what you earn
And we still move in silence, nigga ya heard?!

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Y'all know who you are, wanna battle? Bet a car
Notes and all that shit, You legit? Spit a bar
What? See, I run the show, got the illest flow
Finding loads of bankrolls in my underclothes
It's the original and everybody knows
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
You can't hold me down, don't you know I'm unstoppable?
Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
I'ma tell you now, just like I told you last year
Niggas ain't sticking unless they lick the kitten
Huh! Too many bitches just be lickin' the dick and
I'm a picky one, I like my dicks rock hard
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Oh - something missing, the shower-pissing
All up in your mouth, what? You think I'm kidding?
Cause everything we do, we got a right to
You criticize me? We despise you
If what they say is true, we the baddest crew
I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at you?

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
Y'all niggas sound like me
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch!

[Verse 4: Lil' Kim & Puff Daddy]
You must be out your mind, or you must be high
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Nowhere near shy, see I make you cry
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
(Oh yeah, and by the way, you got one more day
Or you got to pay, boo, you got something to say?)
Yeah bring it on bitch, you ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long? Wrong bitch!
Got nothing but love (but when push comes to shove)
We turn to thugs (and we put on them gloves)
Commence to lickin' slugs, you ain't gettin' up
More bags zippin' up, graves dug, nigga what?!

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
Y'all niggas sound like me
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
With these supreme baller like
Lyrics I call 'em like I see em G
Y'all niggas sound like me
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these weak emcees
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch!
**************************************************
Pray For Me[Intro]
Xtassy

[Verse 1: Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild & Lil' Kim]
Uh, started out hardcore (Hardcore)
Done it like never before (Done it like never before) (Never, never)
So many shows, so many tours (Woah)
And you the one that I do it for
Still goin' to this day (To this day)
Still got all my songs on replay
If you want me to stay (Want me to stay)
I'm gon' need you to just pray

[Chorus: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild]
Pray for me (For me, yeah)
'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
I don't if I'ma make it (Sometimes, I don't know)
Pray for me (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low
But don't give up, you got to stay down before the come up

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild]
We got it out the mud like football cleats
You put a ring on my finger but you married to the streets (Ooh)
I know you gettin' to the bag, baby
I just pray to God that you make it back baby, uh (Oh)
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch takin' you from me (No)
I'm more worried about the streets takin' you from me (Oh)
I'm more worried about police takin' you from me (Yeah, oh)
So before you leave the house, kiss me and tell me that you love me (Yeah, oh, yeah, oh)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild, Musiq Soulchild]
Pray for me (Pray for me, yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
I don't if I'ma make it (No)
Pray for me (So, just pray for me, yeah)
'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low (Oh don't give up)
Don't give up, got to stay down for the come up

[Bridge: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild]
See, I be prayin' for my trapped niggas
Every night on my knees (On my knees)
I be prayin' for you (Prayin', prayin')
Pray for me
You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle with your head)
And not with your heart (And not with you heart)
You gotta mean what you say (What you say)
And finish, finish, what you start

[Interlude: Rick Ross & Lil Kim]
Return of the Coogi sweaters and gold Jesus pieces
Light up the backwoods (What you start?)
Uh (What you start?)
What you start? (Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz
Fell asleep, gold Rolex on my wrist, uh
Who ever thought that I would grow and to be rich?
All these niggas tried to hit me, but these niggas missed (Huh)
My brothers with your bomb, please send 'em my salam (Lord)
That brand new SEL across my mother's lawn (Ah)
I swear I come in peace, but my lil homies aren't
Hear them gunshots that go from Brooklyn down here to Bronx (Bang)
Bulletproof the Bimmer, now I'm battle ready (Boss)
Me and Kimmy 'til I die, forever adversaries (Woo)
I'm talkin' money, pussy nigga, Tyler Perry (Woo)
Goin' back to Cali so I'm riding ready (Huh)
Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh)
Run up on you and I really let you live
It ain't trafficking unless its 20 mil'
I wack a nigga and I'm down to do the bid (Boss)

[Verse 4: Lil' Kim]
Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh)
Fab said you need a Kim if you gon' do it big
Niggas want the smoke, I hop out with the cig
I'll wack a nigga, then buy a flight to Madrid
I did the bid, now I do the most
Whole team burnin' bread, let's make a toast
I ain't the type to brag, I let that paper boast
Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast
Rich milli', half a million
My shit slap silly, yeah
Quarter milli' this year on shoes
Give a broke bitch the blues
Ran off with a couple mil' in high heel, Jimmy Choos
I'm a bad bitch from every angle
Jesús hang around your neck like the noose
May the Bishop pray for you 'cause you know I got the juice
We bet it big at the crap table, seven eleven
Open like we 7/11, workin' all night, 24/7
Fuck the FBI, I only confess to the reverend
Put that on my bredrin
Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend
Ross the boss, Kim the Queen, is you stupid?
Ride the beat like a Wraith
But this is May-May-May-May-Maybach Music

[Outro: Musiq Soulchild]
Pray for me (Pray for me, oh)
'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't know if I'ma make it (No, no)
I don't know if I'ma make it (No)
Pray for me (Just pray for me, pray for me)
'Cause, 'cause times get hard and the money gets low
But don't give up, got to stay down for the come up
**************************************************
Warning (Nicki Minaj Lil Wayne Baby Diss) FreestyleBrooklyn is in the building
You already snow ... Avalanche flow haaaaters
Its Blanco yeah murder
Oooo we about to kill them
Brooklyn Brooklyn oooo We in the building
I ain t playing I ain't playing
Oooo I ain't stopping... this bitch still throwing shots?
Oooo lets get it popping
Im a real boss bitch
Oooo Griselda Blanco
Got the best blow in town
Oooo the head honcho
This Lil Kim Clone
Oooo I can't do it
Seen this bitch on these awards
Oooo she look stupid
I be laughing I be laughing
Oooo I be dying
These bitches is kinda slow
Oooo they 50 Tyson
I be flirting with a million
Gotta crush on a billion
Look at Mark Zuckerberg like
Oooo he can get it
I get money I get money
Oooo I love the cash
Niggas rapping like baby
Oooo that mean they're trash
Im just saying im just saying
The game is full of frauds
Me and Wayne got on the same jeans?
Ooo something wrong
**************************************************
Quiet[Hook: The Game]
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?
All these studio gangsters, year after year
With these gimicks I can't take it, they ain't real so they fakin' it
How did they make it in this game for so long?
I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case from a publicity charge
Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail
But hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for their nails
Who you tryin' to be? Man, it couldn't be me
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee
And we see you a liar, tryna deny her
Jackie O. proved you far from a fighter
Comin' at me bitch, you playin' with fire
I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters

[Hook: The Game]
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
I hear 'em talkin' like they gangster material
But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible
The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you
'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical
Shots get into you bleedin' like my men-e-straul
And if I don't like you then I won't pretend to
It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you
In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do
Supposed to be tough, huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher
I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
Lame ass busters, backwards-ass hustlers
You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
Big lil' son baby' boy like Jody
I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley
Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?

[Hook: The Game]
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that
How they knife game ill and they gun go clap
Them niggas rats, they run and they trap
'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back
It be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin'
The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin'
A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'
They pitbull shit, man them niggas straight cowards
Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers
Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers
Thanks to the queen he can share 'em with his team
You can run top speed but you can't dodge the
Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean
Don't be fooled and deceived, everythin' ain't what it seems
You act like you don't know what side of town this realer
Niggas softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers

[Hook: The Game]
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)
**************************************************
Nasty One[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
You never have to doubt or to question
Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive
Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that

[Hook]
So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Verse]
As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
After me there will never be the next one, top shotta
All around the world, they know who the best is
No pharmacies but they see VS's
Ten carats embedded in the watch and necklace
Paint drippin' off the Rari like it got asbestos
Kimmy got that mouth that'll leave 'em breathless
Snatch a nigga soul like he got a deathwish
Thought BIG told you that I'm nasty?
Pussy have a nigga sweatin' like a athlete
Make love in the backseat of his Bentley Jeep
I call him J. Reid 'cause he in this real deep

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
You never have to doubt or to question
Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive
Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that

[Hook]
So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Bridge]
When I see you smile I can face the world
You know I can do anything when I see you smile
Baby, when I see you smile I just want my baby
I just want my baby, hey
No other man makes me feel the way you do
I'm the nastiest when I'm with you
I'm a freak but only with my boo
You searched the world and now see that
Now you see you'll never find a girl like me
Because there's only one Queen Bee
Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in
I wanna quit the fight
Then I see you baby and we make love all night

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
You never have to doubt or to question
Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive
Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that

[Hook]
So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Outro]
When I see you smile I can face the world
You know I can do anything
When I see you smile, I see the angels flying
Oh, I see you shining right through my window
**************************************************
Intro In A-Minor[Skit]
*Sound of a car driving on a busy street*
Taxi Driver: Alright, sir, which side of the street would you like to be on?
Patron: Yeah, that one. That side right there
Taxi Driver: Yeah, okay

*The taxi driver is heard pulling over to let the man out*
Taxi Driver: Okay, that will be four-ninety please
Patron: Yeah, yeah, here's five dollars. Keep the change
Taxi Driver: Oh, fuck you!

*The car door slams shut and the man is heard walking*

Box Office Worker: May, I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can, can, I have one for Little Kim. Hardcore
Box Office Worker: That will be ten dollars

*He hands her money and then walks through a door*

Box Office Worker: Fuckin' weirdo...

*Lil' Kim's Big Momma Thang is playing in the background*

Concession Stand Worker: Yeah, may I help you?
Patron: Yeah, ah, can I get a small order of popcorn, and ah, ah, a large order of butter and just like a lot of napkins please
Concession Stand Worker: Butter? Anyway, am, will that be all?
Patron: Yeah, ah...
Concession Stand Worker: That'll be six-ninety-five

The patron hands another bill over

Concession Stand Worker: Ah, man, why this shit so slimey?
Patron: Huh!

*The patron is then heard walking from the concession stand
Into the screen room. Lil' Kim and a man are heard moaning and having sex. Porno music is heard in the background
The patron unzips his zipper. A splashing noise is heard as the patron begins masturbating.*

Patron: Yeah. Yeah, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Come on, baby. Yeah. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah. Yeah. Kim. Come on, Kim
Come on. Yeah. Yeah

*The moans from the screen and the splash sound from the masturbating patron continue*

Patron: Yeah. Come on. Kim. Kim. Yeah. Yeah
Work it, bitch!
**************************************************
We Don’t Give a Fuck[Hook]
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'
Honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me
We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money
You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot niggas tellin', when we see you we be yellin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock
Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down
Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S
My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
My city is the trillest and my niggas are the truest
Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this
We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T
Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]
Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
If I catch a nigga slippin', I'mma tell a nigga know that shit
Then I snatch that chain
When he leave his friends, I'mma get him out his ends
And his Benz, make him cash that train
Come out the dark and get the lights on
Turn together, get it up
Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'
Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that
Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm
Well come over hear I got a little heat for that
AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk
Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
And duct tape I can get what I want
Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches
We don't give a fuck

[Hook]
**************************************************
Can’t Fuck With Queen Bee[Intro]
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail, the Queen)
But it don't matter (but it don't matter)
Cause you ain't got nuttin, for us (you ain't got nothin.. for us)
So as long as you live, remember this

[Hook: Shelene Thomas]
You can't fuck with Queen Bee.. Queen Bee.. Queen Bee!
All you haters will see.. see.. see!

[Lil' Kim]
Don't be mad, I can't put this - money in a casket
I can't put these - cars in a box with the ashes
I can't take these diamonds with me when I die
I can't build that pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed from your boy Jada
I know you, hate dyin - but you gon' die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y'all nearsighted, lotta y'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light - baby watch 'em glow
Red yellow and green - don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From "Hardcore" to "Notorious" you studied my flow
And still..

[Hook] + Governor ad libs

[Lil' Kim]
Whether ya, slingin the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to Wall Street
They ask:

[Governor]
What is she like, what does she need?
What is her type, I wanna give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires, in this whole world

[Lil' Kim]
Just cause you ain't a millionaire don't mean you can't compete
You ain't gotta be filthy rich, but you can't be cheap
I like a man that can stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God damn self
And if you spiritual, got a good heart and can make me laugh
And can fuck..

[Hook Two: Shelene Thomas] + (Governor)
You can get with Queen Bee.. (y'all can get with Queen Bee)
Queen Bee.. (yeah, ye yeah) Queen Bee! (awww)
Take you to ecstasy (she gon' take y'all to ecstasy)
Ecstasy.. (do it to 'em Queen Bee) Ecstasy!
(Yeah.. it's yo' time baby, it's yo' time girl!)

[Lil' Kim]
Ain't nuttin gon' change, my name, gon' get bigger
It's in the cards for Lil' Kim to get richer, and richer
So like it or not, I am who I am
When I die hold my body in the Brooklyn Museum
Now take it to the bridge

[Full Force] + (Lil' Kim)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that feel good?)
(Full Force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that sound so nice?)

[Hook] + various ad libs by Kim and Governor

[Hook Two] + ad libs by all artists

[Shelene] + (Governor)
Gotta let 'em know
Let 'em knowowwwww (let 'em know Bee!)
Can't see the Queen (Give it to 'em Bee)
Queen Bee (give it to 'em Bee) Queen Bee! (yea yea, yeah)
(Governor)
**************************************************
She Don’t Love You[Verse 1]
Does she do it like me?
Does she work that body?
Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie
Do she handle it like she got a deep throat?
I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke
Does she like to have sex high off the X?
Try it with me and tell me who's the best
Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat?
Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep?

[Chorus]
Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you

[Verse 2]
Is she drop-dead fine?
Does she like it from behind?
Is she fly?
Do she got a style like mine?
Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it?
Tell you how you feel when you inside it
You love me, and I know she know
'Cause every time I come around, she be like "let's go"
Girls know not to leave they man around me
I get my hands on 'em
He putting wedding bands on 'em

[Chorus]
Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you

[Verse 3]
I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher
Did she tell you that?
The bitch is a liar
People spend doe to see me spit fire
And niggas give they life to be with me for one night
I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty
Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see
I bet you she don't even know how to kiss
And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this

[Chorus]
Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you
Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you

[Bridge]
And I bet ya, and I bet ya, baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you
And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya, baby
And I bet ya she don't fuck you, no, baby

[Chorus]
Bet you she don't fuck you
Like you know I fuck you
And I bet you she will never do, oh
All the things I'll do for you
**************************************************
Revolution[Intro: Lil' Kim]
S-W nine millimeter, check
Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Threw the clips around the shoulders
Toasters in the holster
(Kim, let's go!) Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera, and a "Life After Death" bandana
Here take it, in case I don't make it
'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it
The way I see it, mmm, sexual
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake
One mistake, blaow, start a earthquake
Fuck them niggas, them niggas dust to me
And if I knock Cyrus off, that's a plus for me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch
And got niggas runnin' from me like the Olympics
And I'm told my man, Gutter, I'ma get him
And every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit him (blaka!)

[Chorus: Grace Jones]
Pressure down below
Fire in the hole
Lose control
Got nowhere to go

[Verse 2: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple
A Snapple? Bitch, I got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Cyrus 'fore him and his boys leave
They at this restaurant that serve African food
Where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana
Half-African, but she looked like Madonna
Ayo, check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the restaurant is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
And she the one who told me where these cats is at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back
(Kim, c'mon!)

[Chorus: Grace Jones]
Pressure down below
Fire in the hole
Lose control
Got nowhere to go

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians (hey hey, baby)
The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches
(Hey baby, let me holla at you for a second)
I'm like, "Yo dawg, them bitches down with them niggas"
And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up
I got hit men, spreaded through the restaurant for backup
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
Them niggas just bitches like my Yorkie
Pigs like the Porky, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies is Clueless like the movies
All I can think about is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, massacre style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him please, his name is Swiss Cheese
My main focus is his righthand man Mouse
Sheisty and two-sided, profession dick rider
And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole situation is really makin' me sick
And when Cyrus got up and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin' niggas up like a vacuum
Bullets flyin' nonstop and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away!" That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin'
Then Cyrus came spittin' from the kitchen
And next second you missed it
Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty
(Here, I only got one shot left!)
But I'ma hold my breath 'til he fall to his death
But he was Elvis 'cause Little Kim squeezed off in his pelvis

[Chorus: Grace Jones]
Pressure down below
Fire in the hole
Lose control
Got nowhere to go
**************************************************
Spell CheckI'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not B-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since nine-six a chick been on TV
Like, MTV and, BET
So T-R-L and, one-oh-six
I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit
Momma push whips like BM Dubs
And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club
Your man, five-oh, I don't see him in the club
Cause he out in the CT with a dick in his butt
Y'all stay OT while I stay O.C
That's, out the country with the A-R-A-B's
With my girl M to the O to the E
She ride like a soldier, that's my co-D
I'm "Bella" to that death and, don't ask why
Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y
And I'm more nigga than them bitch-ass guys
Cause they took the stand, on the D.A.'s side

[Hook]
I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T
Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A
What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y
And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out?
It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E
Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?

I'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A
Take the Spyder down the strip, when I'm in V-A
The game slow, gotta put a little work in D.C
I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P
On, ESPN or, NBC
I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B
Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's
You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me
My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV
And they air somethin out on the, A-V-E
I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three
Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E
Get at niggas quick if they try to move me
A.S.A.P. like, T.I.P
You get chopped and screwed, honeygirl don't play
Nigga we ridin' dirty like U.G.K

[Hook]

Make a wish when you see me like a falling star
Give a lot of y'all careers, CPR
First lady at the top of, R-A-P
I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E
B-I-G, M-O, M-M-A
No info, for the, D.E.A
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tapped the cell, and the phone in my basement
The IRS tryin to take my pay
And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A
I locks it, I'm toxic like DDT
My flow get'cha high like PCP
I'm number one downloaded on your MP3
I bang on you niggas like an MPC
I make a nigga nut in his D&G's
Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B

[Hook]
**************************************************
Lil’ Drummer Boy[Intro: Bailiff & Prosecutor]
Will the court please rise?
Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing
Your honor, Lil' Kim is a threat to society
She has shown a blatant disregard for the law
And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty
For the vicious acts, she should be punished to the fullest extent of the law

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Pardon me your honor, may I address the bench?
They tryna assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt
Excuse my persona
I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dahmer
Ever since I killed 'em, I ain't been in trouble since
It wasn't my fault, I acted out of self-defense
He killed my best friend (Who's him?) I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms
And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms
See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm
I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom
(Stop!) I heard three guns cocked, that's when Tom dropped
They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top
(Oh, she's lying!) Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor
Fingerprints all on the door, need I say more?
Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow, ploom!
Queen off her toes, they fell down like dominoes
I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix
What was I to do? Sit back and just take this?
Yo, I'm tellin' you now If I lose this debate
Like in Dead Presidents I'm going out like Larenz Tate
See I ain't gon be stupid, I'ma take all y'all to the shift
I should be able to say what I want, what the fuck I plead the fifth?
(Now Kim, Kim) Fuck that Cee-Lo, I got to save the world
The first female king and they mad 'cause I'm a girl

[Verse 2: Cee-Lo]
Uh, with all due respect your honor
Excuse my client's temperament
Who has had social intelligence?
With so much innocence we have to implement
She was slightly out of place
But if you grant us a grain of your grace
I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case
Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes
The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose
Your children, your lovely wife, I mean look at her
The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter

[Chous: Lil' Kim]
Lord I cry (I cry) from the things I've seen (that I've seen)
And Lord I cry (I cry) from the things I've seen (ooh)
If you only knew (only knew) the things that I've been through
(Oh yeah) you'd know why (you'd know why-y-y)
You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry
(Order! Order! Order!
Order! Order! Order!)

[Verse 3: Redman]
Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts
And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort
The men dressed in blue, they were undercover cops
Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot
They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders
Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder
(He was in on it too!)
Yeah
(I guess I should've known)
Yeah
(Objection your honor)
Yo objection overruled
I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury
To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty
Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate
Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State
Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you
And Junior Mafia, that clique ain't scared to move
So they took precautions
Grenades from all force and
Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn
But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck
Shot back other bitches would've folded up
Now that's my kind of bitch
I know I'm the judge
But I love that bitch
And I'm coming with her
Creme of crop, and me, I'ma hold her down
Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial
Look it's a setup
Yo, Kim come on
(I'm right behind you, baby)
Yo, Kim, come on
(I'm right here with you man)

[Outro: Lil' Kim]
Lord I cry, I cry
From the things that I've seen
That I've seen...
**************************************************
Tha Beehive*scratched*
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Lil' Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick you with an aids needle and piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my badies
Rappers better run and hide cause here comes the Beehive

[Verse 2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
{*scratched*}
The Beehive
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon bitch
Beehive
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive

[Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'mma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Goldie]
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

[Hook]

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive
**************************************************
Cut It (Beemix)[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I'm solid gold, they gold plated
These basic bitches so overrated
And They whole life be fabricated
Please cut it
Amputate it
This year that fuck shit will not be tolerated
G's move in silence so my moves can't be calculated
Run up the check like I'm Nike
These bitches don't like me
But they nigga wanna take me shopping
Ferrari, Lamborghini, Audi R8
Take a guess at which one I'm copping
Ran off on the plug so many times
I swear that he won't stop calling
Foreign horses in the driveway
Use a chauffeur for the highway
Got a .50 Cal in his Birkin bag
And I'll sick em on you like Cujo
We are not cut from the same cloth
Bitch I'm from Mars like Bruno
Got a main nigga, side nigga
Sugar daddy give me everything
That cash money, that dope money, That Amex swiping everything
(Like Swaaa) I just burned down Loubiton
(Swaa) I burned down the Chanel
(Swaa) a hundred bodies in Versace
(Swaa) head shots in Givenchy
Whipping the foreign like Ricky Bobby
Like residing in a Maserati
Serving the block like Cal Bungie
I got the wave like California

[Bridge: Lil Kim]
I got the...
I got the wave
I got the...
I got the wave like California
**************************************************
Take It![Skit: Trife, The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Cease]
Damn baby, can't believe you bagged Lil' Kim
Oh yeah, that bitch on my dick, man
She see my Benz roll on my dick fuck that bitch
Word?
I'ma knock her ass
But yo yo you should fuck her homegirl though
I want to I want to man
But that bitch want some eatin' pussy shit yo
I'm not tryna fuck with that kid
Yeah, but the other one
The little short one with the fat ass
Where?
Thinkin' right there
I think I could put it in the ass
I'ma tell y'all something, I'ma fuck Kim
I'ma take her up in the room
I want that one right there
With the ponytail?
Yeah
Yeah, fuck her, fuck her
I'ma fuck her good
Take that, take that, yo
No doubt
We gon' fuck the shit out these bitches
I'm gon' take that out right now
We gon' fuck the shit out these bitches
That's anal right there
Anal?
Anal, baby
Fuckin' anal, I don't give a fuck
**************************************************
Custom Made (Give It to You)[Intro]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I gets right to the point (no time to play around)
When it comes to this cheddar (lay a nigga down)
Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
At first I seem friendly but that's just in me
I warn you, when I blow, it gets a little windy
You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin' like you
Y'all paper thin, my shit recycled
They call me Lil' Kim a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin' world
Niggas buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
And aw, shit, I got it all in this bitch

[Chorus]
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
See, we love the cash
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
See, we love the cash

[Verse 2]
To all my bitches in the strip club shakin' they ass
(I ain't mad, do your thing, mami) Get that cash
And all my hustlin' niggas still out on the ave
Fightin' over blocks and who got the best rocks
And goodness gracious, the struggle never stops
The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
People fuck to my music, they say it's pornographic
My Billboards is nice, one day gon' be a classic
I fuck with dudes, with members only jackets
That sleep on brass beds with money for a mattress
Gettin'-money bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
Tattoos down our spine with the picture of a dime
Cuttin' niggas short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is custom made
Niggas wanna get laid, I gotta get paid (the papers)

[Chorus]
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
See, we love the cash
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
See, we love the cash
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
See, we love the cash
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that
We rollin' in tinted Nav's, TV's in the dash
See, we love the cash
**************************************************
Single Black Female[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
B.I.G., rock-rock on
Uh huh, and it don't stop
Yeah yeah, and it don't stop
Yeah, and it don't stop
Queen Bee, rock-rock on

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Sometimes a gal fi get kuff (hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo)
Ain't that the truth, frontin' like they bulletproof
Lil' Kim this, Lil' Kim that
"She wack" but stay bangin' Lil' Kim tracks
Your career is on the rocks again
Yeah, I'm back on top, what?
You forgot Queen Bitch, W-W-W-dot-com
Read the 27th Psalm, sing along
The Lord is the light of my salvation
Thou shall fear when He calls
So when you MC's come to eat up my flesh and blood
Ya'll all will stumble and fall (ha ha!)
Still that's not all, bitches have the gall
To be bitin' my rhymes, said B.I.G. write my rhymes
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks

[Chorus: Mario Winans & Lil' Kim]
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringin' out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Keep my jewels frozen like they've been in the freezer
Haters, if that don't please ya, I don't need ya
Even Mom Dukes live in an igloo
Bought my whole crew businesses for Christmas
Yeah, I see ya'll, colorful minks and things
Polars on ya shoulders, about a half in ya rings
Whoops, got to switch my pitch up
Pin-stripped suits, Bvlgari specs
Black pearls around the neck
Come on, ya'll chicks can't be serious
How's the weather down there my dear? I'm just curious
Been the sex symbol since Jack B. Nimble
You can never be me, you can only resemble
Copped the presidential suites for weeks, ya'll just a day out
One ass picture in a magazine, I gets a layout
My nigga gone now, so who writin' my rhymes?
No disrespect, ya'll bitches owe me publishing checks

[Chorus: Mario Winans & Lil' Kim]
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringin' out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me

[Bridge: Mario Winans]
Stop wastin' all of your time
Doin' all that yappin', bitin' her writin'
Don't know that she's the Queen
Why can't you see?
Ya'll should just believe
Every time she tells you

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
If I talk freaky, then that's my business
If I dress freaky, then that's my business
Got quoters praticin' how to spit like this
Sexy C-E-O makin' hits like this
Huh? I know you pissed, but take some advice from me
In five years, you'll be nice as me
But right now, nah, ya'll ain't ready
I'm a single black female and this goes out to Heddy

[Chorus: Mario Winans & Lil' Kim]
If I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya now
(Queen Bee, Queen Bee)
Would you keep, just keep on feelin' me
(Wha? What?)
If I tell ya, I'll tell ya how I feel
(If I tell ya how I feel)
Would you keep bringin' out the best in me?
Stop stressin' me
**************************************************
Nasty One (Remix)[Intro]
Lil' Kim
Kranium
Hoodcelebrityy
Stefflon Don

[Verse 1: Kranium]
Run, come darling, talk to me, baby
Pussy is drivin’ me crazy
Things you do, I swear it amaze me
You nuh carry cramps 'cause you no lazy
Wine pon the tip and the top
Me a fuck you and you a beg mi fi stop
Deep in a you deh so the thing a drop
Queen Bee, me love it when you whine like that
Yardman in control, push it deep inside of your hole
Snatch your soul, big, bad and bold

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
As far as lovin' and the sex I’m the best one
You never have to doubt, have to question
Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that
See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
See, you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Come fall in love with the best one
Lick off a shot for you, the best one

[Verse 2: HoodCelebrityy]
Sextape inna di bed room
Legs inna di air, gimme some leg room
Unless you want a threesome
Shhh, ya bitch inna di next room
Keep it quiet now, keep it down
We nah affi speak fi you use your tongue
Some gal dem man cheat fi fun
Two wrongs don't make a right
But i'm the nastiest one yeah
Good pussy nah go cheat pon you
Good pussy nah go cheat

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
You never have to doubt, have to question
Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that
See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
See, you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Come fall in love with the best one
Lick off a shot for you, the best one

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
All my exes tun senseless
Cah sex best wen the dona tuggin on the necklass
I’m reckless, U Can call me bonny or red riding hood
Cah mi ride the hood good like
A real wet bloodclat jamaican pussy good
I'm nasty, wen mi sidung pon it
Stick shift 5 gear boom flick
Popalick pon mi ed bo gyal can do
Weh mi do pon it
So bow down baby
Can’t believe you really thought
I'd let u drive me crazy
U had a real good girl but u gon bad
Niggas on ma back and i know u mad
I ain't sober sippin' on the henny got me
Flight mode, baby why u never got me
Harts cold, smilin’ but i'm hurtin' probably
Harts cold, I'm hurting but i'll be ok

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one
You never have to doubt, have to question
Soon as you get it all, you think is how to keep that
See it's a necessary thing, boy, you need that

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
See, you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Come fall in love with the best one
Lick off a shot for you, the best one
Come fall in love with the best one
Lick off a shot fuh you the best one
You gon' do it for the nastiest one
You gon' do it for the nastiest one
**************************************************
Durty[Intro: Millie Jackson]
Due to the fact that there are ,some people
Like the lady over there said she was
Who thinks I'm dirty
I really couldn't give a shit
Cause ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
While all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me
All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause
Mi no owe nobody no explanation
I convert it over to di almighty one
When dis bad gyal come out
We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come out
Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth
Some a di dutty niggas need to jus shut dem...

Lil' Kim stay hot
Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foot yacht
Man this hatin' don't stop
Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me
I know my vets in the game got to feel me
Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door
Like Eddie Murphy I gave it to you raw
Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core
A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me
'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me
Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
Sittin' next to the Queen
Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn
Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be
I'm the reason why the game so sexy
Tha originator, tha trend creator
Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me

[Interlude: Adele Givens]
I know what you thinkin', she's such a fuckin' lady
Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect
You see your words don't mean a thing
Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh

The feds pinched me for shootin'
But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music
This jealous muthafucker and this prosecutin' dyke bitch
Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks
Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop
These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught
You see when you on top, niggas want what you got
Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you

So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman
You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human
And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
I...gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on
So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just between me and mi God
And if mi waan fi shack out and gwaan like mi bad
That's just up to me
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
Now if a man want it, make 'im pay down pan it
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect
**************************************************
Money Talks[Intro: Lil' Kim, Timberland]
It's  Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na na nahh-nah)
It's  Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh-huh, what)
It's Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na na nahh-nah)
It's Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh-huh, what)
Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not them playa haters, nahmsayin?
Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lakes
Introduced me to this heavyweight, called hisself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake; I ain't fuckin with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
You ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin less than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision (Uhh) funny money vision (Uh-huh)
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day (Uh)
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

[Interlude]
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on it
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the bezzy make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I
Hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uhh, it's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'mma go along with the plan
Tryin hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see (I see), this nigga ain't about nothin', cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
Uhhh

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way

[Interlude]
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease]
As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
That my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
Contemplatin thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin'
It's my nigga Blake C
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggas robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)

[Outro: Lil' Kim, Timberland, Lil Cease]
Nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
Whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
(oh oh) wha!
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[Bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[Bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
[Uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[Bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[Bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
[Uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
**************************************************
Fuck You[Hook:]
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that hate
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go head tell em why you mad
Cause you broke and you sad
And ain't no body tryna fuck you
So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you

This next track is for them hatin ass bitches and niggas
Yeah Kim
Who thought I was gonna rot in jail
This is what Ive been waitin for
Who thought I couldn't do it again
Thats the love hook, the right motherfuckin hook
Yeah, well the motherfuckin Queen is back, bitch
Go hide under a motherfuckin rock, fuck you

[Hook]

Does my sexiness offend you
You hoes ain't friends but they try to pretend to
Snakes in the grass tryna strike against you
Tell em why you mad cuz Im fly like jet blue
They even try to go thru what I been thru
But they need to catch up cuz they in my rearview
I kick a bitch ass in my Jimmy Choo shoe
But you ain't even worth sweatin out my hairdo
I tell em screw you bitch go to hell
You sayin my name tryna get your shit to sell
And even tho your girl been away got low like Chappell
I'm back in the club got everybody yellin

[Hook:]

Go head tell em why you mad
What you spend on your rent I spend on my Louis Bag
Im high class shoppin on Fifth Ave
You keep the tag in your clothes so you can take it back
Mad cuz you're broke and you're lookin for a fix
What you want my autograph and you wanna take a pic
Tell em why you mad cuz you lookin real pissed
Jealousy is a diesease and you lookin real sick
Need to see a Doc Your girl on top
Lotta bitches want my spot but I got it on lock
Headed to the bank I'mma get it non stop
When they play it in the spot let everybody holla

[Hook:]

Kim real Im just sayin what I feel
You ho's faker then a three dolla bill
Now the Queens back you already know the deal
Only time you gettin burn is when you on the tredmill
Ewwww it's like they always on they period
Tell em why you mad go on tell how you furious
You chicks crack me up don't nobody take ya serious
I laughed at em like Eddie Murphy Delirious
Listen here don't hate me hate the person in the mirror
So please keep that fake ass shit from over here
And everybody put your middle fingers in the air
And we gon tell them haters

[Hook:]

FUCK YOU!
**************************************************
Gimme That[Intro]
Four, three, two, one

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Maino]
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
That bomb-ass pussy

[Verse 1: Maino]
Yo, now every lil' slut with a butt wanna jump on me
I'll teach 'em how to hump when they fucks with me
I ain't done at one nut, bitch, I dump all three
Slurp it all up when you suck on me, 'cause, see
I got the cleanest, meanest, penis
Ask Keisha, she the one who seen dick
Keish' told Pam, Pam can't keep a secret
Now all the hoes know my dick game quite decent
Tie 'em up, hit 'em with wax from candles
Don't stop, I get it like Luther Campbell
I'm the damn dude that will ram you
So damn hard it'll leave your ass blue
Meat slinger, my meat stings ya
Bitch thought I stuck her with a damn meat cleaver
Want me to freak ya? Wait for me to skeet ya
Dick comes around once a year like Easter
Bitches flash me they thong and panties
Then they ask me to do the nasty
Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
And when you pass me just holla at me and say

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Maino]
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
That bomb-ass pussy

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Now see, don't no bitch do it better than Kim
And no bitch pussy stay fresher than Kim
Everybody's man wanna get with Kim
If you don't believe me, bitch, just ask him
'Cause see, I got the tightest, rightest vagina
Even got my name on the menu at the diner
Guys extend G with my goodies
I'm the only bitch in the world that got two pussies
Sex Queen Bee and no bitch could come after
Dudes stay hard, don't need Viagra
My beehive gags ya when it grabs ya
Pussy get wetter than the whole Niagara
Boys get hooked first time they taste this
I lick dudes in all the right places
G's got cases, tempted to take this
Kitty cat so mean turn dudes into rapists
Niggas flash me they jewels and cash and
Then they ask me to do that nasty
Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
And when you pass me just holla at me and say

[Chorus: Maino & Lil' Kim]
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
That bomb-ass pussy
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Maino & Lil' Kim]
Some like me to do 'em rough and choke 'em
Some niggas like me to rub and stroke them
Some like objects down they throat and
I get 'em all strung out and open
Yes, I wrecked 'em down to the rectum
Dick like tetanus shots, I inject 'em
Pussy is power, listen, man
My chocha's tighter than a traffic jam (That's tight)
Coochie like drugs, I'm a thousand grams
Got fiends from New York to the Islands (Damn)
Had a bitch that wanted me to cuff her to the bed pole
Seen my dick and thought it was the bed pole
One dude went crazy, y'all
'Cause after he hit, he swore that my clit could talk
Some broads, they can barely walk when I'm done with 'em
Call the ambulance, man, to come get 'em
Niggas flash me they jewels and cash and
Then they ask me to do that nasty
Wanna thrash me then don't walk past me
And when you pass me just holla at me and say

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Maino]
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
Gimme that good dick (Uh, uh)
Gimme that good dick (Give it to me)
That fine-ass good dick (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
Gimme that pussy (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme that pussy (Give it to me)
That bomb-ass pussy

[Outro]
Four, three, two, one
Four, three, two, one
Four, three, two, one
**************************************************
Catch My Wave[Intro: Lil' Kim and Rich The Kid]
Yeah!
Uh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got too much swag for these bitches (Got too much, got too much)
That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these bitches (I'm gassin', I'm gassin')
Two hundred on the dash, on these bitches (Hundred on top)
And stack up all this cash on these bitches

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & Rich The Kid]
These hatin' hoes can't take me
Guess the swag just way too much
Mad cause they can't break me
I see a lot, but I don't say too much
These bozos can't fade me
Clown bitches, y'all play too much
I'm Plain Jane on the AP, nigga
Plain Jane on the AP, nigga (Ow)
Time's up, picking a long range
You see us coming, know you in danger (Yeah)
Two Glocks, call 'em Crips and Bloods
So you know I'm riding with both bangers
You fuck boys need to stop frontin'
Know you in the closet like coat hangers
I'm so tired of you fuck boys, I rather play with my fuck toys
I'm gassin', I'm gassin', that Ferrari dick got horse power
I'm gassin', I'm gassin', I rode that dick like a whole hour
Too wavy (Too wavy), bitch, I'm a savage (Bitch, I'm a savage)
I get the bags (I get the bags), you come with baggage (You come with baggage, on it)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got too much swag for these niggas (Got too much, got too much)
That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these niggas (I'm gassin', I'm gassin')
Two hundred on the dash, on these niggas (Hundred on top)
Just stack up all this cash on these niggas

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave

[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
You bitches been riding my wave forever
But y'all gon' drown tryna catch this drip (Cowabunga, lil' bitch)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Blue bills like the wave, nigga (Woo)
Too many chains, like a slave, nigga (A slave, nigga)
I might ride a Wraith but a Ghost bigger (Skrrt)
You run up the check, he want six figures (Figures)
My shooter pull up like he taking pictures (Pew-pew-pew)
Gelato my Back, we don't do the Swishers (Do the Swishers)
My bitch is too bad, can't kick it with you (Kick it with you)
My niggas pull up if he want a issue (Woo)
Ayy, I went and got the Audemar bust down (Ice, ice, ice)
Ayy, I fuck her, she bad, I thought she gon' bust down (Ice, ice, ice)
Ooh, the Lamb is blue like a wave, too (Wave to)
I told my bitch to behave, too (Woo)
Kill the pussy, an assassin (Assassin)
Tom Ford with the fashion (Yeah)
The Maybach, not the Aston (Skrrt)
Got the Bentley, I might crash it (Might crash it)
Ain't cuff the bitch, had to pass it (Pass it)
Might dive in, if it splashes (Woo)
Tell her open wide if she nasty
Let her ride the wraith if she classy (Skrrt)
Dropped a hundred at Gucci, my socks nigga
I pull up the top, it gon drop with you (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got too much swag for these bitches (Got too much, got too much)
That's why I'm 'bout to gas on these bitches (I'm gassin', I'm gassin')
Two hundred on the dash, on these bitches (Hundred on top)
And stack up all this cash on these bitches

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave, now catch my, catch my, catch my
Now catch my wave

[Outro: Lil' Kim & Rich The Kid]
Uh, got too much swag (Got too much swag)
Yeah,, I'm gassin' (I'm gassin')
Uh, yeah, hundred on top (Hundred on top), on these (On these), yeah
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Haterz[Hook: B.Ford]
Haters - Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
Mm, mm, mm, damn shame - Damn, I got some haters
Haters - Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
Mm, mm, mm, damn shame - Damn, I got some haters
Damn, I got some haters, damn-damn-damn, I got some haters
Hm, hm, hm, Goddamn - Damn, I got some haters
Haters - Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
Hm, hm, hm, Damn shame - Damn, I got some haters

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Mm, mm, mm, Goddamn - Damn, I got some haters
Can't stand me a bitch that hate, cause the man she want want me
H-H-His hands is on my anus, he speaks a different language
He's hungry and it's breakfast time, he wants to eat my danish
He's so shameless, my chrome getup stainless
My skull game the best cause hers is kinda brainless
They say I got that proper, got on my hater blockers
I'm higher than a giraffe's ass in a helicopter
Who's gon' stop her? Satan's wife ain't hotter
I make dudes leave they girl how I pop, lock and drop her
Call me Betty Crocker, my icing is a topper
This snowball on my finger, it look like I'm playing soccer
Hatin' ass bitches, hatin' ass niggas, hatin' overrated ass nigga
I be in the back getting faded, my nigga
All you see is black, Darth Vader, my nigga
Stepping on with my Giuseppes on
Pow-pow, my weapon on
Hating on the Bee cause they wanna be me
You don't like the Queen? You just a

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.Ford]
Plenty bitches, bad bitches all around me
They smoking dope, poppin' pills, it's so astounding
I'm fly as fuck, rocking Chucks, camo shorts
My snapback is mad fresh, that's out the store
I'm in the building and I'm concealing some marijuana
We finna smoke and my shit so potent, some major ganja
These people love me just like I'm rich but I'm nowhere near it
But once I get it, you motherfuckers should really fear me
I'm just some guy everybody fuck with but don't know why
Really, could it be that I'm just that fly?
I'm high, I fall, I just might die, I just might die, die, haters
Man, I can't stand me a muhfuckin' hater
Hatin' on your boy cause your boy is a player
Hatin' on your boy cause your boy gettin' paper
Boy get some paper, go get a fucking life!
I be living that "Fuck it" life, buying shit, fuck the price
Met this bitch, fucked your wife, heh, this my everyday fucking life
And you niggas wanna compare yours to mines?
You ain't seen the signs? You ain't seen my grind?
Nigga, fuck is you saying? You just a
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Not Tonight (remix)(with Missy, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, Left Eye)
{dice shakin}
Uhh {dice thrown} yeah
Uhh, here's another one, and another one
Yeah
Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee

Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim
It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo I just made this motherf**ker up last night
And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team
Me and Kim is gettin cream, like Thelma and Louise
But on chrome, never leave that Brooklyn shit alone
So if you say it's on then it's on
Bang this in your whips
Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists
Here's a french kiss *kissing sound*
I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth
Make you dance, ooowwww
I stay focused, in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
And toke this, I ain't lye-in
Niggas tryin to knock me off, keep tryin
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay
Set It Off with the eighty-fitay
Y'all missin the buck, with the f**k
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q-B
And I got all my sisters with me

Chorus:
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right
Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)

Verse Two: Left Eye
Uhh, never the one, packin a gun
Got some other raw chicks for that, lay your ass flat
I be the one chockin ya paragraphs, with laughs
Getcha back up on the right path
Ain't no stoppin me ladies from club hoppin gets my rock on
From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint
Booty shakin with the glass in my left one
Right hand sayin step-son
To me my girls is fancy fly bitches
Too my niggas straight snitches, to them other chicos
Lady pimp ain't havin that shit
If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes
Strictly a bell ringer
Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer
I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin
To the top and it don't stop
Chorus

Verse Three: Da Brat
Y'all see, how these bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches
Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches
If it's, too hot then get the f**k up out the kitchen
Niggas dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me
Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic
Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger click
Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust
And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggas be buggin, I can tell
Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys
Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's
Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys
F**k the police keep my wallet obese
Who the, Windy City woman still still comin and gunnin
Straight from the Chi
Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!
Chorus

Verse Four: Missy
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, yaknowhatI'msayin ?
I ain't even gon' leave without sayin sun'un on this track
You ain't gonna use me to just be singin hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga? Heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike
I like to ride pony's instead of ridin bikes
Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite
I gotta catch a flight
Aheheh, round three and shit
Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas
Aaaaoooowwww niggas wanna be us
Heh I'm out he, ooh
*ladies night, ladies night...*
**************************************************
Who’s Number One?[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentlemen
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there?
(And we want everyone in this motherfucker to get up out their seat)
Ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetter than worms
If you only knew like Aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack vial or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef, you better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef, you better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Your so-called vendetta was light like bird feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the Ever I glazed
Leave you amazed, and keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass hoes', rebellious ass hoes'
Still trying to recoup off the first album ass hoes'
You a gangster? Prove it. Wanna shoot me? Do it
That's word to Jerry McGuire, I'll set that ass on fire
Tie you up with barbed wire, carve my name in your face
Pour gasoline on you, drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyurethane
Cocoa butter cream, vaseline and drugs baby like codeine
Low self-esteem? Uh-uh, the flow is excellent
Yours is satisfactory, return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is wack to me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tail-gating

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef, you better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef, you better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in Poughkeepsie
I've been in this shit since Biz hit the
One-two, nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P.Diddy introduced me to the business side
Spotted me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no frills
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Stealin' tricycles, ridin' bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown (giggles) - don't make me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff
They say we twins, then I'm the better half
I'm nasty! Worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned, and now it's your turn, bitch!

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef, you better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
So if you got beef, you better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Can you feel me?
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya feel me?
**************************************************
Kimmie Blanco[Verse 1]
It’s Kimmie Blanco, female Keyser Söze
Take over the game, Hercules conquer
That bitch know how I get down, they already prompt her
So while you leave the screen, beam aiming, here’s your encore
We strapped in them V12s, no seat belts
So much money that the bills pay themselves
So much honey, killer bees in the shelves
Extra gunpowder, cocaine in the shells
Yea, y'all bitches kinda hot, meet hell
Scarface, in them Loub red heels
I swear I got them bitches running like a treadmill
Fictitious little bitches, but I make you dead real
And at the end, you won’t even have a friend to get
Made bitch, I got the keys from the syndicate
So fuck it if it ain't old, I like my money vintage
Walls got so much plaques I gotta call a dentist

[Hook] x2
I am Kimmie Blanco, Blanco
The motherfucking head honcho, honcho
So you better have your poncho, poncho
About to rain on you pronto, pronto

[Verse 2]
It’s Kimmie Blanco, get to know the name
I go off on tracks like derailed trains
I don't do the airports when I board my planes
You hustle all wrong, you only chase the fame
Plant a few seeds, that’s how I catch you birdbrains
La jarena of the game, like I'm from Medellin
I put hits out, long kiss goodnight ya
You’re all welcome to the problems, we invite ya
Let’s get it jumping, like a motherfucking tip-off
I come through and let a clip off
They like "Oh, I think she pissed off"
Nah, it ain't nothing to a fucking boss
One head now you getting dust off
I be out in Morocco sipping Moscato
While niggas popping ya top, we popping the bottle
Bitch your time is up, word to Mavado
Now you know not to fuck with the Kimmie Blanco motherfucker

[Hook] x2
**************************************************
All Good{ "It's all good" "Gangster" "Uh, uhh" - repeat for 21 seconds* }

[Lil' Kim]
Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace
I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A., wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Come down with my weave straight sittin on bread
At the gate, gettin picked up in a new Coupe {?}

[Hook One: Lil' Kim]
"It's all good" - If you drivin or ridin the bus
"It's all good" - In the struggle and the times is tough
"It's all good" - It don't matter you can ride with us
"It's all good" - It's all good
"It's all good" - If you hustlin and huggin the block
"It's all good" - Workin 9 to 5, punchin the clock
"It's all good" - It don't matter how you get that guap
"It's all good" - It's all good

[Lil' Kim]
See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with luh up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high
He used to keep my fly he had the 6 I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14 I was puttin' on weight
At age 16 I was movin' the weight
Gettin paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin I don't bump into Jake
I travelled through a few places with the burners
In the suitcases, thank God for Big
Damn right I love the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

[Hook Two: Lil' Kim]
"It's all good" - Niggas run around stuntin and frontin
"It's all good" - Talkin shit but ain't sayin nuttin
"It's all good" - It's aight cause they time is comin
"It's all good" - It's all good
"It's all good" - They hatin on me but they copy my style
"It's all good" - Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
"It's all good" - You know you can't keep a good bitch down
"It's all good" - It's all good

[Lil' Kim]
Cowards huff and puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you they quiet down
Faggots violated I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin left off right where I pick up
Picture in Vogue, Spring/Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it I'm doin it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no I love the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

[Hook Two] .. [Biggie samples] .. [Hook One] .. [Biggie samples to end]
**************************************************
Player Haters[Skit]
Hater #1: Ayo
Hater #2: What up, baby?
Hater #1: That little stink-ass bitch, Kim, them little snake niggas, man. Man, I don't like that bitch, man
Hater #2: Yeah, I see that bitch
Hater #1: Yo, that's my word, red. Yo, that's my word, son
But yo, on the real though, that bitch do be havin' some cheddar and that bitch be rockin' some ice, know I'm sayin'?
Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it
Hater #1: I be seein' her floatin' with lil' niggas here now and then, know what I'm sayin'?
Hater #2: What, them lil' bitch-ass M.A.F.I.A. niggas?
Hater #1: Yeah, them lil' faggot-ass niggas, nahmsayin
Hater #2: Them niggas pussy, kid
Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggas rollin' down Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of 'em on the strength. Nahmsayin? You know how we roll, baby
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: But, um, yo, what's up? You wanna get this paper or what?
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin', I know they sweet, nahmsayin'? You know how they get down. Know what I'm sayin'?
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: I'm 'a hold them niggas down, one of them niggas move a inch, I'm lacin' 'em straight up and down. I'm puttin' one in
They cabbage...
Hater #2: Let's make it happen, kid
Hater #1: Aight
**************************************************
Download[Intro: T-Pain]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Ooh wee)
Yeah, yeah, who it is
Queen B, TP and Charlie
Yeah, when you gon' let me download? (Download)
Whats up?

[Hook: T-Pain]
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
Cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
All I wanna do is download
When you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low
When you gonnna let me download?

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I'm on Myspace and it's type late
My baby got me number one on his top eight
It's computer love, we don't mind the hate
They just MySpace freaks trynna find a date
We up all night havin' cybersex
He chat, I chat though we never met
He said he wanna explore me like the Internet
It's like an orgasm every time he sent a text
He wanna download, he likes to download
Little Kim songs and put 'em on his ringtone
He even got my screen saver on his iPhone
I get more hits than a T inzone
We goin' back and forth, sendin' emails
He a thug so I hit him on his Gmail
His sense of humor got me writin' LOL
I sent pictures of myself straight to the cell

[Hook: T-Pain]
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
Cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
All I wanna do is download
When you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low
When you gonna let me download?

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
He been lookin' at my sexy pics, said he diggin' my sexy hips
He wanna kiss my sexy lips and download me on his floppy disk
Little Kim is the only one on his mind
He wanna come through and put me on his hard drive
Three o'clock in the morning we be online
Others send friend requests but they get denied
He type I miss you
I type back to let him know the feeling's mutual
It's just Myspace love but it's beautiful
He love to watch my videos on YouTube
Hey, it's like everytime I log on I get so turned on
Computer love playin' in the back (that's my song)
The only one that have me up all night long
Feel like a fantasy, the chemistry is so strong

[Hook: T-Pain]
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
Cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
All I wanna do is download
When you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low
When you gonna let me download?

[Bridge: T-Pain]
Yeah, I'm hopin' you look like your pictures do
When I see you up close and personal so I can touch you
Late night online, you an insomniac
I'm here now, grab me where my hard drive at
I meant what I said when I typed that
Lil' mama scream my name if you like that
Ain't nothin' like computer love

[Hook: T-Pain]
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
Cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
All I wanna do is download
When you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low
When you gonna let me download?

[B-Section: Charlie Wilson & Lil' Kim]
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to do
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to do

[Hook: T-Pain]
Shawty, I been lookin' at these pictures of you
Cyber surfin'
So when you gonna call me (when you're flirtin')
When you gonna come through? (what's your fantasy?)
All I wanna do is download
When you gonna let me download?
Shawty up, shawty down low
When you gonna let me download?

[B-Section: Charlie Wilson & Lil' Kim]
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to do
Computer love, it's waitin' for you
Tell me what you want me to do
**************************************************
Too Bad[Intro]
I'ma really, really run through it, run through it (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma really, really run through it, run through it (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma really, really do it (I'ma really, really do it)
I'ma really, really do it (I'ma really, really do it)
I got, 'cause I got, I got jewels, jewels
'Cause I got jewels, 'cause I got, yeah, you know
Too bad for you, boo
Too, too, too bad for you, nigga
Too, too bad for you, nigga
Too bad for you 'cause we winnin'

[Chorus]
Too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
It's too bad for you niggas (Too bad), it's too bad for you niggas
I swear I don't wanna win it, I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
I just really wanna drink, I don't take my pain away
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
I just really wanna, woah, I just

[Verse 1]
He said, "Shorty, you should go and bend it over for me
Bust it down, go and spread it open for me
'Cause the gang up in here, you know it's too bad
When the gang up in here, you know we doing bad"
I'ma shake it on him, shake it all around like a hula hoop
And now he wanna take me to Hawaii
And you know I'ma go, go and get it
Tom Brady, I'ma throw it, throw it back
Diamonds dripping all over me
But the money keep calling me
And I know it's too bad for you niggas that we winning
Even if I go vegan, I'm still getting to the chicken

[Chorus]
Too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
It's too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
I swear I don't wanna win it, I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
I just really wanna drink, I don't take my pain away
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
I just really wanna, woah, I just

[Verse 2]
I'ma always be good 'cause the bitch is too bad
Got a new Birkin bag 'cause we 22 stacks
Bitches wanna ride a wave like a nigga durag
My ex texts me that he miss me, tell that nigga "Too bad"
Nigga, too bad
I know I'm the best you ever had, shorty
Like a quarterback, he focus on the pass, shorty
Gotta reminisce on how I used to grab his dick and French kiss it
Tried to roll you up, but you was big flippin'
Just be out here, out here, like your friends
Ain't no loving lost because I'm winning
And these diamonds limping like a pimp
Baby, endless

[Chorus]
Too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
It's too bad for you niggas, it's too bad for you niggas
I swear I don't wanna win it, I don't really wanna stay
I don't really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
I just really wanna drink, I don't take my pain away
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
I just really wanna, woah, I just
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Scheamin’[Skit]
Damn, boo, you see honey right there? The little one, yo
Oh, yeah
He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash
No, fuck that that chain probably B.I.G. chain
Hell yeah, you know Biggie's got the fuckin' dollars
Yeah, for real
You know, let's set that nigga up
Nah
Yeah
Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo
That's the only thing he want now
Suck his dick, he probably like that
He like menage-a-tois
Runnin' pockets, alright?
You know
Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right?
Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit
Nah, there go the other one
Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggas hold the cash
You know what I mean?
You know
Little Ceas, let's get that nigga
Nah, I'm, I'm scared'a dat nigga
You know he look...
Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis
But, so what
You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo
I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that
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Looks Like Money[Hook]
I-I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money
I look like money
I smell like money
I talk money money
My girl got money

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Cash money that's so last year
Now when I do a show they gotta pay me in gold
You talking bout bread? Gotta pay me the loafs
Be sipping on Rose we making a toast
Celebrate to the good life
I'm married to the money, I'm a good wife
Hundred grand for a show that's a good night
What it look like? What it smell like?
(Money, money)
I'm smelling like I'm fresh out the bank
Y'all ain't getting money? Oh y'all can't relate
Kimmy go hard in the motherfucking paint
I'm dunking on you hoes like Blake
Let's separate the real from the fake
The workers from the bosses, most the nice stones
Turn them diamonds that's flawless
I'm a winner, I ain't good at taking losses
And we don't fuck with 911 that's just the cautious

[Hook] x2

[Verse 2]
Yeah
See me looking like a hundred bill
Like Lewinsky I'm trying to blow a Bill
50 grand in that Hermes bag
Cause reptile like all you snakes in the grass
They like "Girl you be killing 'em!"
No longer single, I just married Benjamins
So tell a friend to tell a friend that it's Kim again
Yeah the queen is back and I'm bout to finish 'em
Yeah my attitude like fuck it
Show game rough more than your whole budget
You already know it's the best that ever done this
So them other hoes they can pack it up like luggage
Smell like money, talk like money
VVSs that'd make a rainy day sunny
Little Kim the goddess, Playboy bunny
And we do the money dance like niggas do the doggie yeeeeah!

[Hook] x2

[Outro]
Like money
Like money
Like money
Money money
Got money
Got money
Got money
Money money
Like money
Like money
Like money
Money money
Got money
Money money
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Slippin[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
Slippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life
Cause niggas wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)

[Lil' Kim]
No more Mrs. Nice Bitch
Niggas done, flipped the script and got on some sheist shit
Sellin they soul when love is priceless
They kicked me when I was down and stuck in a crisis
I kept it all in and now I'm 'bout to erupt
Man, FUCK the law the whole system's corrupt
A street grudge put me in front of a judge
But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge
It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play
And real niggas get railroaded everyday
Words misconstrued and used against you
Then you get screwed when it's time to sentence you
World cavin in, it's a shitty sitch-i-ation
A year and a day, three years probation
Public humiliation, poor representation
Guilty by association

[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
Slippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life
Cause niggas wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)

[Lil' Kim]
I'mma stand up type, grew up in the projects
And that's worth more than material objects
A lot of things happen when they know you got it
You a target, and now they tryin to get in the pockets
Lawsuits, lawyers prosecute for profit
Meanwhile the media promotin the gossip
I had to say it, cause I'm that real with it
You shinin like a star, then you gotta deal with it
And dudes pick to take these groupies to bed
Better watch it 'fore they write a book about like Superhead
Fuck 'em and leave 'em then they after your paper
Put a hole in the condom and say that you raped her
See you can be a rapper, athlete or an actor
Believe me, these devils find a way to get at'cha
All it takes is some green and your face on the screen
Fuck it, just say I took one for the team

[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
Slippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life
Cause niggas wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)

[Lil' Kim]
In these streets you gotta sleep with one eye open
And watch for the snakes and the Jakes approachin
Cause it could be the ones that you laugh and joke wit
The ones you smoke wit, and sold your coke wit
I set you up for the right piece of change
And have your brains on the dashboard of the Range
Too often, I seen a nigga layin in the coffin
All cause some shit was blown out of proportion
Everywhere you go you gotta move with caution
Cause the rap game ain't much different than the crack game
It's the new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle
Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you
Now I can see why they all on me
Niggas do dirty work, the shit fall on me
Not only do you gotta watch the boys in blue
But the niggas in your crew you gotta watch them too

[Hook: Denaun Porter - singing]
Now don't you know that they want to, catch you
Slippin with no protection
Lead you in the wrong direction
Every nigga around you is a reflection
Of you when you were at your lowest point in your life
Cause niggas wanna catch you slippin
(Don't let 'em catch you slippin)
They wanna catch you slippin (you've been slippin, slippin)
**************************************************
Kitty Box[Lil' Kim]
Yeah... honeygirl... Queen Bee
Lil' Kim... 7 you ready?  Good
Cause 7's my lucky number

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?  In my kitty box
Wanna lick get a taste of the dip, in my kitty box
Wanna play for a day dad-dy?  In my kitty box
(My kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box, my kitty box)

[Lil' Kim]
I'm goin to Miami, stylin, whylin
Shinin, in diamonds, they're sizin me up
My bikini, Gabbana, heels, Prada
You know, I like, it sexy
Boys holla when they pass me, call me and harass me
They love me cause I'm nasty, but classy
If you're ballin put your bid in, you broke, forget it
You're just another doll chasin the Kim
I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat
If you want it then you better come and get it

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Picture Lil' Kim masturbatin in a drop
Picture Lil' Kim tan and topless on a yacht
Picture Lil' Kim suckin on you like some candy
Picture Lil' Kim in your shirt and no panties
Shirt and no panties... {*moaning*}
Picture Lil' Kim in the pool skinnydippin
Picture Lil' Kim in the 69 position
Picture Lil' Kim dancin on a stripper pole
Picture Lil' Kim in a Playboy centerfold
Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold
Playboy centerfold, Playboy centerfold

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim's got that potion, my box'll have you open
I'll drown you when I'm wet like the ocean
You crave it, you want it, you want it jump up on it
So you can play in my box 'til the morning
I'll let you play in my box 'til the morning
You can play in my box until the morning
I'm in heat like a cat, I'm in heat like a cat
If you want it then you better come and get it

[Chorus]
**************************************************
Good Times[Lil' Kim: Intro]
Uh, where's all my single ladies at?
Where's my single ladies at?
Single ladies clap your hands

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
They say my music too hard and my mouth too nasty
Clothes too tight and my ass too sassy
I'm a love goddess haven't you heard?
Jehovah's my witness, spread the word
And all scrubs get kicked to the curb
Before you holla at me throw a few dollars at me
I see you got a brick in your pants
Would you like a table dance?
The boss lady make you pay for the sex
Then shake my ass like I'm at a Greekfest
No cash, I take Traveler's Checks
For an extra five g's you can have my address
The things I do I take a real risk
A lot of people think that I'm a real bitch
Don't judge me by the words of this song
Cause the media, they got me figured out wrong

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me
I ain't got nothing to hide, my pussy ain't for free
Just like the Benz I drive you out of your mind
Some people think that I'm nasty, I just like having a good time

[Verse 2: Lil' Cease]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo that single life shit, that be me
Front ass at the bar, where the chickens be?
Got two hoes, Tonya and Tiffany
Finger in the drawers and we downin' Henessy
Then I hit the door slide to the ride
Now I'm gettin' head in the Q-45
That's LV, minors is six and up
With the big atennas that be sittin' up
I'm livin' it up, drink Cris, piss in the cup
With a bunch of birds that with it to fuck
I love life (no doubt)
So fuck a ho and a wife
Peace and love to all my sluts and my dikes
Cease never treat a bitch nice
I wanna bitch that smoke and don't get an appetite
I fuck to die cause my mom fucked for me
That's why my niggas never sling dick for free
Feel me?

[Hook 2: Lil' Cease]
I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about Cease
I have no love for hoes, my dick just ain't for free
I keep a lot of pussy on my mind
Some people think that I'm nasty
I just like fucking all the time

[Lil' Cease]
See some niggas do, and some niggas don't
Pay for the pussy, some niggas won't
See, I ain't the type that can say "I Don't"
Once the bitch see the six, I ain't gotta do shit

[Lil' Kim]
You can be Cash and I'll be Tango
Bingo, you know just how this thang go
Niggas wanna get with me without the ching-ching dough
The Green Bling flow, I don't think so

[Lil' Cease]
I jumps out like "Biotch! Who the fuck you with?"
On some real Jigga shit, haters suck my dick
If you out for the ones then out come the guns
Once I call the duns, then out come the slugs

[Lil' Kim]
I got an island name Queen Bee
And a dog that's a Pickingese
What you call romancing, don't tickle my fantasy
Put your money where your mouth is, talk is cheap
Buy me a country and a monkey, or don't even come to me

[Chorus 3: Lil' Kim]

[Chorus 4: Lil' Cease]

[Lil' Kim]
Queen Bee
Lil' Cease
**************************************************
Jet Fuel[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Thinking that I fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust)
Think I'm pretty, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck)
He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush, crush (I'm his crush)
Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck (In the truck)
Y'all niggas fucking MILFs, I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
They say, "You still live in a mansion?" I'm like yup, yup (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Bitch, this ain't no glow for me, I'm trappin' dope-ally (Ayy)
I got pounds of that purple weed, it look like potpourri
Flyest bitch in the room, you lil bitches can't fuck with me
And I'm drowning in this money, ain't no fucking boat for me (Yuh)
A1 all the time 'cause I'm fucking saucy
Kim K riding shotgun, please, I'm fucking bossy
Ol' boy say he love me, but his shorty hatin' on me
Oh, lil homie ballin', but I'm way too out his league

[Pre-Chorus: TLZ, Big Lew & Lil' Kim]
Yeah, ooh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy
Like Marie Callender, bitch, we sellin' pies
Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
Please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause I'ma hit that
Thought it was sweet until I broke the bitch like a Kit-Kat
It's money in the mattress, I be fucking up a check
I don't sleep on the paper, so she don't fuck with the rest

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Thinking that I fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust)
Think I'm pretty, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck)
He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush, crush (I'm his crush)
Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck (In the truck)
Y'all niggas fucking MILFs, I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
They say, "You still live in a mansion?" I'm like yup, yup (Yeah)

[Verse 2: TLZ]
I gotta, you know these niggas they gon' call for me
I don't talk for free, let Georgie, Ben and them talk for me (Woah, woah)
I don't gotta cut my old school, he gon' whip that four for me (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got a goon that'll kill for me (Brrr)
Call that hood chivalry (Ayy)
And the clique keep going (Where?)
Up, up and we going (Gone)
Like Siamese, they joined (Yeah)
To the plate, filet mignon (Ayy)
'TIl my new car hit high speed (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause bitch car be foreign (Yeah)
I'm in a new city, like I'm tourin' (Ayy)
Abracadabra, get it going (Louis)

[Pre-Chorus: TLZ, Big Lew & Lil' Kim]
Oh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy
Like Marie Calendar, bitch we sellin' pies
Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
Please don't bring me 'round your friend 'cause I'ma hit that
Thought it was sweet until I broke the bitch like a Kit-Kat
It's money in the mattress, I be fucking up a check
I don't sleep on the paper, so she don't fuck with the rest

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Thinking that I fell off, you got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I got friends, I got shooters, they gon' bust, bust (They gon' bust)
Think I'm pretty, why your mans, he wanna fuck, fuck (He wanna fuck)
He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush, crush (I'm his crush)
Queen bitch, rich forever, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck (In the truck)
Y'all niggas fucking MILFs, I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
They say, "You still live in a mansion?" I'm like yup, yup (Yeah)
**************************************************
I’m Dat Bitch[Verse]
Where my real bitches at?
Only Queen Bee can bring the real niggas back
If I could I'd get the keys to the jail and free Bobby
We need the real niggas back (Hold ya head, Shmurda!)
Your MCM is my TBT
You might catch me on the jet with TBE
We all eating no EBT, Prime 112 then LIV
Everything LIT, we bout to make a movie
And sell this shit to NBC
Chanel nail polish, lingerie, yeah, it's all designer
He eat the pussy on the spot like Benihana
Every freaking night and every freaking day
I want to fucking get paid in every freaking way
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Get the cash out the teller, bitch, then too Donna
Baby, you the man of it all
Spending them bands on it all
Ain't gonna get you far
'Cause I'm that bitch

[Hook]
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch

[Bridge]
I keep it a stack like a G
Nobody do it like the Queen Bee
That's why they all wanna be me
'Cause I'm that bitch

[Hook]
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
I'm that bitch
**************************************************
Fountain Bleu[Intro: Mimi]
It's Mimi, bitch, where you at, bitch?
Estoy aquí afuera, I'm down by the pool
I done met me a sheek that's a freak
And wanna do something strange for a house and a plane
I got the coconut oil, he about to rub me down, babe
Nalga y to', ¡ven pa' acá!

[Intro: Lil' Kim]
¡Dímelo! Aquí en el Fountain Bleu, bitch
I'm at the Fountain Bitch
It's sweet pussy Saturday
I'm about to get my sweet pussy sucked
He say he wanna sleep in this pussy
He wanna renew his vows in this pussy
He said he wanna hide all his racks in this pussy
He said he wanna put all his work in this pussy
He wanna put a kilo in this pussy, bitch
I'm at the Fountain Bleu, bitch
Ven aquí, ven aquí to the Fountain Bleu, bitch

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
I'm just chilling at the Fountain Bleu
Counting chicken at the Fountain Bleu
I'm vibing out the Fountain Bleu
You know I'm grinding out the Fountain Bleu (x2)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I just pull up Bentley coupe up in the Fountain Bleu
Old money, new faces, I'm just used to countin' hue's
Drop a hair do like I drop a bitch nigga
Playing pussy get you fucked in this business, nigga
A wealthy gutta bitch out of public housing
Where we scream fuck the other side, no arousement
Chanel lil boy 250 wildin', I'm talking $250,000
Spent a wraith off in Neiman Marcus
I should get paid to shop at Neiman Marcus
And my closet's a Givenchy jungle
Exotic Animals, that's Ferragamo
I got a ostrich I named her Birkin
I know it's hurtin', ya man made my last purchase
Ran off on ya nigga twice, he steady calling I ain't calling back
I don't pick up my phone unless it's about them racks
Major key alert
Make sure you secure them bags
He texted my phone and said he got a bag
I picked my best friend up and hit the nigga back
He pulled a ring out, couple chains out
I fucked his brains out, at his mane's house
Then went and gave the jewelry to my young niggas
Cause I just love to fuck
I don't love niggas
He said that he proposed on his last album
Damn, I never heard his last album
Fuck a shooter, I got army troopers
Hella ubers and they full of boosters

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
I'm just chilling at the Fountain Bleu
Counting chicken at the Fountain Bleu
I'm vibing out the Fountain Bleu
You know I'm grinding out the Fountain Bleu (x2)
**************************************************
In the Air Tonite[Intro]
What we gonna do right here is go back (go back)
Way back (way back)- back into time (into time)

[Chorus: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Keep still in the shit, killin the rhyme
The Queen stay poppin the wine and cockin the nine
For those who think they stoppin my dough
Wanna copy my show, wha
I'm switchin my flow, can't take it no mo'
Oh you think I'm playin around
I'm layin ya down
Album drop, new millenium shuttin it down
Better off givin it up, I'm rippin it up
Spendin money, livin it up, not givin a fuck
Hiding the tote, runnin the coast
Makin niggas catch the Holy Ghost
I'm realer than most, wha
The trendsetter, the Brooklyn repper
You know the routine
Smoke you like a ciggarette-r
We've been, out in a bit
Y'all still talkin shit
Ain't that a bitch?
What part of the game was this?
Millions I'm holdin'
Drop tops rollin'
Diamonds on my neck
And Bentley ballin'
Me and my niggas gettin' high all day
Straight to the top, cuz we on our way
Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
That's right I got something for y'all
Something for y'all, wha
God bless me, look at all I've been through
It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?

[Chorus: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

[Bridge: Clark Kent & Phil Collins]
JM, JM
Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
PC, PC
Clark
Well I remember

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Back when it used to be the eighties
Said the world was gon' end in 2000 (that's crazy)
I'm the only thing to fear
For the new year
New year, and if BIG was here (woo)
Get the fans, we the ones to talk
We die real on the streets
So watch where you walk
And you can find me, usually
Talkin' dirty to a cat thugged out
Or even kinda nerdy
Lil' Kim, Lil' Cease and JM
Taking over like a plague on a town
All y'all can do is pray and watch it go down
Like when the ball drop
My fam's all I got, we keep it gangsta
Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all
That's right I got something for y'all
Something for y'all, wha
God bless me, look at all I've been through
It's my time, I can feel it, can't you?

[Verse 3: Phil Collins]
Well, if you told me, you were drowning
I would not a lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well I was there and I saw what you did
Saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies

[Chorus: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

[Outro: Clark Kent]
Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim
JM, JM
**************************************************
(When Kim Say) Can You Hear Me Now?[Intro: Kim]
Can you hear me now?

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
All of a sudden, everybody wan' bang with us
Don't they know them Gotti kids are dangerous?
Come come now, y'all need to stop
Niggas better hold they head 'fore they body rock
I got, soldiers in every town
That'll come see y'all like "Black Hawk Down"
I ain't playin with you motherfuckers
(RAAAAAAID!) I'm sprayin you motherfuckers
If gettin money is a crime, then I confess
Ain't about money?  I could care less
When you see us comin know it's time to collect
Niggas be like, "Here come the IRS!"
Kick down doors, shoot through walls
Queen Bee's a movement, fight for the cause
Got a bite that's bigger than "Jaws"
With or without my boys, I still make noise

[Hook: Missy Elliott]
New York - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all turn it up
Midwest - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all burn it up
L.A. - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
Y'all make them cars jump
Dirty South - when Kim say, "Can you hear me now?"
That's when y'all get it crunk!

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
My last album, some of y'all wasn't ready for it
Alright, I slow it up, put the brakes on for ya
I know what I'm doin, I ain't losin my mind
I'm just so advanced I'm ahead of my time
You all stuck at the back, I'm ahead of the line
Even in the dark, I'm still gon' shine
You'll see what I mean in 2009
I kick outer space raps - ILL RHYMES
Live guitars, nigga fuck cars
I'm tryin to buy a spaceship to get to Mars
Look out the window, and reach for the stars
It's a new day, Lil' Kim's in charge
Got a big dick, I'll bone you out
Like money in the bank, loan you out
If you ain't straight I'll comb you out
Lil' Kim and Scott Storch be zonin out!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Ain't wanna do it, but now I got to pop my collar
You actin like y'all real tough act to follow
I got medallions the size of a half a dollar
And about to buy my best friend a beauty parlor
I know y'all don't wanna see Kim on top
Please stop worryin about what I got
What the fuck y'all know about the Yonker Rock
When I'm cookin, keep your hands out my pot
Them boys ain't bad and ain't no bitch greater
Stop tryin to use me as a respirator
I'm the same bitch on the escalator
And I still ain't got no time for you fuckin haters
I might start my day at Piaget'
Or with a Mafia meetin at the Brooklyn Cafe
"Okay, y'all wanna play?"
Like 9/11, you gon' remember this day

[Hook]

[Outro: Missy Elliott]
New York - "Can you hear me now?"
Midwest - "Can you hear me now?"
L.A. - "Can you hear me now?"
Dirty South - "Can you hear me now?"
"Can you hear me now?"
**************************************************
No Flex Zone (Freestyle)[Hook]
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now you hoes jealous
Fake hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter

[Verse 1]
Ever since I came out the chain game
Word on the street, Kimmy gang bang
Red and blue diamonds, it's a drive-by
1-8-7 its the same thang'
Killing these hoes, it's a genocide
Pussy drown a nigga, like riptides
500 bottles, shittin' it ho
I ain't gotta flex on this song tho

[Interlude]
They know better
They know better

[Verse 2]
Take a bitch man, like a klepto'
He swimming in the pussy, like a breaststroke
It's fuck these hoes, like a porno
Necklace, bracelet, watch froze
I don't set trip, I set trends
Pull up in that two-thousand twenty Benz
Cause I be on that new shit, bananas in my asshole
My man be on that zoo shit, wanna fuck me til' my eyes roll

No flex...
They know better
They know better

[Hook]

No flex, no flex

[Hook: Rae Sremmurd]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter!
**************************************************
Thug LuvMm-hmm, ye-yeah..

[Verse 1: Twista]
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's, on krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all, we put stitches in yo' motherfuckin dome like a league brawl
(Come and roll with this) Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this, it's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches, niggas you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv, between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug lord, meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition, murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it, don't when to stop it, I'm goin pockets and layin bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them, we got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain, then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world, whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
It's the T-W-I-S to the T-A, K to the motherfuckin I-M
Bout to shut yo' shit down, other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up (now whassup - y'all better come roll with us)
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista (and we about this)
For those who doubt this, the game is ours (we gon' run you up out this)
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin a million, but the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high, don't want no problems - JUST GIMME WHAT I CAME FOR!
Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers, bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers, ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that, Nasty "Hardcore" shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year
Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss, bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this, all my niggas wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world, whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us

[Twista] Kim is yo' flow hot? [K.I.M.] Like a gun shot [K.I.M.] Twist' is yo' flow cold? [Twista] Well I think so
[Twista] Kim do you got dranks [K.I.M.] Crist' by the box [K.I.M.] Twist' do you got smokes [Twista] Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

[Lil' Kim]
Do it like a gangsta, creepin like a murderer, strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin for the ones we at war with, when we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

[Twista]
Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip, even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side, whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus Two: Lil' Kim]
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista, might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies, they're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess, you need to give it up
We gon' take over the world, whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us

[Chorus Two]
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista, might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies, they're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess, you need to give it up
We gon' take over the world, whatchu know about Thug Luv?

[Chorus]
You can't fuck with us; do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler, gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches, won'tcha come and ride with us
**************************************************
I Know You See Me[Intro]
"What you see, is what you get"

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Ay - I know you see me on the screen now - riiight
I know you see me do my thing now - true
Tryin hard not to stare, actin like I wasn't there to you
Can you see me now?  Am I clear to you?
On the red carpet in Marc Jacobs clothes
You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows
In your favorite fashion magazine they feature the Queen
On the cover of Don Divas, doin spreads with Eva
When we walk down the street, dudes call us the covergirls
We stand out when we next to them other girls
I don't bend easy, budge or break
Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface
Your girl come through twirlin in droptop 'Rossa
Me and my la familia like a "Goodfellas" poster
You see I'm somethin you never seen befo'
I know you see me cause I'm somethin that you can't igno'(ignore), ohh

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
Apple bottom bustin out of my jeans
On the screen with the man of your dreams
Front page of your new magazines
Ay show some love, pay respect, I'm the Queen bitch

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
And you should see me in the summertime, stretched out in one of my
Droptops all you hip-hop bitches borderline
I'm livin off of your man, he supportin mine
You'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine
While you on your grind I'm on, beachfront property
Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me
Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me
Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be
The boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest
Ball outrageous the broad is amazin
In the 6, grippin woodgrain lane changin
You coach flyin hoes need boss bitch trainin
I'm muy caliente, sizzlin hot flame
In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin
You ain't talkin millions you ain't speakin my language
The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
Apple bottom bustin out of my jeans
On the screen with the man of your dreams
Front page of your new magazines
Ay show some love, pay respect, I'm the Queen bitch

[Kim singing]
What you see is, is what you get
Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get
I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check
Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect?

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Dipped fresh, hoppin out of a Rolls
In the town, ballin out of control
V-V-S's set in platinum and gold
Standin room only, all of my shows
Apple bottom bustin out of my jeans
On the screen with the man of your dreams
Front page of your new magazines
Ay show some love, pay respect, I'm the Queen bitch
**************************************************
You Are Not Alone[Intro]
Uh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Verse]
You are not alone (Not alone)
Matter of fact, I'm in the other room (Other room)
I'm just watching you niggas with the scope (Yeah)
Got the drop on you niggas
At any given time, it could go down
You are not alone (Not alone)
Have niggas in your crib, when you not at home
I am not alone (Nah), I got hitters that you've never seen
You bitches better watch your tone
'Cause any given time, it could go down, down
If we talking drip, I got that shit that make you drown, drown
Everybody know that I'm the trendsetter, yeah, yeah
Past, present, future, no one do it better, no, nah, no, nah
You are not alone, no, no, no
Niggas leave them broke boys alone (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
Your nigga blowing up my phone (What what, what what, what)
He kinda cute too, you better get him
'Cause at any given time, it could down
We are not alone (Not alone)
His girl is in the other room (Other room)
But he's here with me and it's plain to see we got chemistry
But any given time, it could go down
All these black bottles of Patron
But the Henny got me feeling like Jill Scott on the microphone
Haters, please leave my life alone 'fore your life be gone
Any given time, it could go down, down
You are not alone, I'm always there like your shadow
Haters throwing shots, but ain't got enough ammo
I get low in these streets like a army fatigue Lambo
I camouflage well in this Valentino camo
I dismantle any competition to the coalition
What Big started, I'm 'bout to finish
You witness greatness every time I spit this
Like a judge, an overdue sentence
Haters, please leave my life alone
You should never compare diamonds to a rhinestone
I'm like Khaleesi on the Game of Thrones
Get under your skin and burn your flesh and bones
Haters, please leave my life alone
Please leave my life alone
Please leave my life alone
You are not alone, I am here with you
Though you always hate, all you do is make me great
Leave my life alone
Haters, please leave my life alone
Please leave my life alone
**************************************************
Warning[Lil Kim]
Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em

All these bitches is my pets
I keep a tight leash around their necks
Bitches try to bite, take their ass to the vet
Put em right to sleep like they popped a Xanax
Yeaaah, I be shittin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Kimmie go in, I go extra hard
I swipe ya whole life with my debit card

Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em

The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
Got ‘em blue in the face: Avatar
I be shittin’ on ‘em: diarrhea
You bitches looking burnt: gonorrhea
Same bitches throwin shots, but tryna be her
I guess it’s all politics: Condoleeza
I’m the first lady, her majesty
Rap’s royalty, bitch, now you work for me

[Hook]

[All you clones had your shine like cubic stones]
[Now the show is over: Jenny Jones]
[Toss'em in the lake like Ricki bitch]
[And I stay on this money, like a pyramid]
[Yeah]
[I been about a check ho]
[You stole your whole swag you worse then a clepto]
[I just blow up kisses X & O]
[Got'em sick to they stomach...pepto]
[All you bitches is some bums]
[I fill your cup up with change]
[You hoes should be rappin on a #4 train]
[The price of your mother's house I paid for my range]
[And that's a autobiography]
[I swear these hoes be obsessed how they copy me]
[Laxative flow shittin on them constantly]
[And I leave a stain like I didn't wipe properly ew]
**************************************************
Chillin’ Tonight[Intro]
Yeaaah!
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
Yeaaah!
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight

[Verse 1]
My girls goin' out tonight (yeaaah!)
But I'ma fall back tonight
Me and my man takin' it in tonight
Yeah, we gon' get it in tonight
We gon' smoke something, drink something, toast something
So he can beat the pussy up like it stole something
Get it poppin' all night 'til like 4 somethin'
And then we right back at it 'round 6 somethin'
It's supposed to be girls night out
So you know he got my girlfriends cursin' me out
Sayin' that I'm whipped and he turnin' me out
No need for the gym 'cause he be workin' me out
For me, he got a huge appetite
Lick my ice cream like a tasty delight
The bond between us is tight
I heard Duve poppin' tonight but

[Hook]
I ain't goin' to the club or hangin' with my girls
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
R. Kelly got a show, but I can't go
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin' up with my nigga tonight
We 'bout to get it on, turn off the phone
It's all about my man tonight

[Verse 2]
Tonight it's just me and my boo
Candlelight dinner, sippin' some wine too
Lingerie see-through, you know how I do
Playin' slow jams to set the mood
Some Marvin Gaye, Luther Vandross, a little Anita
In the bed laughin' at Martin and Gina
All eyes on us like we Brad and Angelina
No one can come between us
The things he do give me the chills
Like writin' out "I Love You" in hundred dollar bills
He don't even think about playin' the field
He in ecstasy without takin' a pill
He treats me like a queen I love the way he courts me
Makin' love in the Ferrari he just bought me
Playin' play station, fight night
I heard Stereo poppin' tonight but

[Hook]
I ain't goin' to the club or hangin' with my girls
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
R. Kelly got a show, but I can't go
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin' up with my nigga tonight
We 'bout to get it on, turn off the phone
It's all about my man tonight

[Verse 3]
From the bed, to the kitchen, to the living room couch
We done blessed every room in this New York penthouse
Miami estate, house by the lake
We ain't watchin' pornos, we watchin' our own sex tape
I pour the Henny all over his jimmy
So when he stick it in me, he's drunk off of Kimmy
I make a nigga bust faster than a semi
'Cause Kimmy get the jimmy rock harder than a penny
Full body massage, champagne bubble bath
Then we make love on a bed made of cash
He can't get enough, he always ready to smash
He love how I'm shaped just like a hourglass
His niggas is tight, he chillin' with his wife
But they don't come before the love of his life
We in the crib havin' a pillow fight
I heard Lotus is poppin' tonight but

[Hook]
I ain't goin' to the club or hangin' with my girls
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
R. Kelly got a show, but I can't go
I'm chillin' with my nigga tonight
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin' up with my nigga tonight
We 'bout to get it on, turn off the phone
It's all about my man tonight
**************************************************
Big Momma Thang (Original) (2Pac & Faith Evans Diss)[Lil Kim]
Yeah, wha' wha'
You got it going on, wha' wha'
Uh, wha' wha, you got it going on, wha' wha'
Yeah, wha wha', you got it going on, wha' wha'
I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet-Jac-me, take it in the butt, yazz yazz what
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby it's a big mama thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, 21
And another one, and another and another one
24 Carats nigga, that's when I'm fucking with the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me
And oh, don't you like the way I roll
And play with my bushy, tell me what's on your mind when the tounge's in the pussy
Is marriage?(Damn this bitch is bad) Baby carriage?(Damn I love that)
Shit no, on the dime shit is mine
Got to keep em' cummin all the time, why

(Chorus)
Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me x2

Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the bitch shitter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle
Like Deniece Willams bitches get peeled
By the 6 shotta, guns we got alotta, you can't-a do me not-a
Want it raw dog, well you best-a see papa
Get your titties wet, and wouldn't it be glorious if you give head to Notorious
Then sex my crew
You just a wanna be down with my clique bitch
Just some dick sucking, ready for an ass fucking
Let me stress, the tattoos on your breast
B.I.G, you rocking my property
P.Y.P, play your position
Now I got you wishing, you never started dissing
Plus I give head better than you, my pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than you
I dedicate this song to ya, like R. Kelly and them twin Pac's in your belly

(Chorus)
Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me x2

Sore nigga what, pussy greased up, stack the g's up keeps the knees up
What the fuck
Stay feelin' half millin', Gineva Diva, yeah I throws it down
Make it round clown, the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off with the Playboy magazine, uh fucking with the Don
Push keys, these three for takes
Yeah I ride crates, state to state, ten it takes
Mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
While daydream and whine, I just keep getting mine
And I, and I'm married to this
Y'all strategy bliss, and still planning weddings
Mafi also dead ends the bullshit, any type that threatens to pull shit
Uh, oh yeah who shot ya, who knows but they gotcha
Fed up,(uh)wet up, maybe next time ya punk ass I'll keep your head up

(Chorus)
Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
Thats why ya mad at me x6
**************************************************
Doing It Way Big{*dice rattle*}
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
{*dice rattle*}
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice

[Lil' Kim]
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mykonos, Greece
Just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big)
This is for my millionaire glub golfers
Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggas 'cross the face with a Centurion Card
Who don't believe I'm (doin it way big)
In the Continental T, magnolia B
.. (man, she doin it way big)
I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin
Workin that la Burkin, Hermes bag
Only multi-millionaires who know about that
Be like.. (damn, she doin it way big)

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now)
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

[Lil' Kim]
Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet
Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big)
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims
(uh-huh, doin it way big)
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of rubber gutta faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop, 30 or more in Christian Dior
They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more
We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
(now that's what you call doin it way big)

[Hook]

[Lil' Kim]
As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big)
We greet our guests at the door
With champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big)
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
An office decorated in, Ralph Lauren
I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ
LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in, without a Queen Bee members only jacket
That reads (doin it way big)

[Hook]

{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice
{*dice rattle*} (one more time now)
{*dice rattle*} C'mon dice

[Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G
**************************************************
Diego[Intro]
We all in Margielas
They treat me just like Griselda, nigga
These bitches is jealous
They just can't understand a bitch, no
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Pre-Hook]
We moving that Blanco, that Blanco
They wanna be Blanco, I'm Blanco (I'm Blanco)
I got all this work like I'm El Chapo
Just made a million, I need 8 mo'

[Hook]
They call me Blanco
They treat me just like Griselda, nigga
Just call of the plug
And tell him that I'ma be at him, nigga
I'm whipping the Wraith
I feel like I'm in space from the roof
I trap out the coupe

[Verse]
They call me Blanco
I get that work from El Poncho
Driving it back from California
Like Juice in the Bronco
Quarter mill get you cinco
That's wholesale, lil' nigga
Oh, your girl got you locked down
Need to post bail, lil' nigga
Stand still, this ain't a treadmill
This a belt scale, lil' nigga
Upscale type of bitch
Money making like mitch
Got a million dollar pitch
I feel like Randy Johnson
Cook a bitch like Action Bronson
And leave the foreign parked right on Tompkins

[Bridge]
They call me Blanco
'Cause I like them Tony Montana niggas
Birds in the Phantom
And drop the shit off in Atlanta, nigga
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Pre-Hook]
We moving that Blanco, that Blanco (that Blanco)
They wanna be Blanco, I'm Blanco (I'm Blanco)
Baby on my hip, nuevo
Just made a million I need 8 mo'

[Hook]
They call me Blanco
They treat me just like Griselda, nigga
Just call of the plug
Aand tell him that I'ma be at him, nigga
I'm whipping the Wraith
I feel like I'm in space from the roof
I trap out the coupe

[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
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Time To ShineUh, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Peace to all the Gods
Peace to all the Gods
Yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Blessed by the God, so I be the Earths
Queen B Bitch, Poppa keep me rich
Ain't gun tottin', keep floatin in them automobiles
Pack with steel, engines filled with Benjamins
I got half a mill stashed in the [boat station]
For womanizers and a handful of hoes that hate me
But lately, it seems people make the world go round
From A to Z, I breaks 'em down alphabetically
Pathetically, I puts the pressure in ya jones
Bet you fold like a Motorol(a) burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All that bawlin', cryin'
Lyin', 'cause this black Queen is shinin'
You didn't know I was Lieutenant, bitch, well that's primary
You just a secondary secretary
Envy against me
Because I stay laced in Ellen Tracey, Dolce & Gabanna
And people love me for my style, my personal
Niggas go wild and want to have my child
But I just sit back and enjoy
The optimism given from a girl to a boy (what's it all about)


[Chorus: Mona Lisa]
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on

Yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
Yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
We all know what it means to be broke
Breaking niggas off for some ends and some weed smoke
Some like to mix it, what you like
Trees I like 'em fine, straight up marijuin'
And I put the lent in ya dents
Then you'll be stressed out with no dollars and no cents
Dressed in gear from last year, that you bought
Before you quit your job at the airport
Thinkin' you gon' make a mill from this rap game
But you labeled as a lame and it's a damn shame
No fame, no name, show no shame
Who's to blame? (tore up in your frame)
Now you wanna lick a shot 'cause you ain't got
Get props, runnin' up in weed spots
Just a little jux to make cash
So you put the cream and the jewels in the stash
Quick fast, get mad, 'cause ya man's in my whip
Honey, button ya lip 'cause my clique is too thick
It's all about the guns, the ones
Just another day that the Earth rules the sons

[Chorus: Mona Lisa]
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on

[Bridge: Mona Lisa]
Hey baby it's about time to shine
We're movin' on
Keep it going strong
Can't stop what's going on
Hey baby it's about time to shine
We're movin' on
Keep it going strong
Can't stop what's going on
JM and Kim keep movin' on

[Chorus: Mona Lisa]
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
It's my time to shine
Been down for much too long
I've gotta get mine
JM and Kim keep movin' on
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Pissin’ On ’Em[Intro: Big Mike]
Lil, Lil Kim
It's called Pissin' On 'Em
You know what we doing here
Let's go Big Mike

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
I just shitted on 'em

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
All these bitches is my pets
I keep a tight leash around their necks
Bitches try to bite take their ass to the vet
Put 'em right to sleep like they popped a Xanax
Uh, yeah, I be shittin' on 'em
Spittin on 'em
Kimmy go in, I go extra hard
I swipe your whole life with my debit card

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
Got 'em blue in the face, A-a-avatar
I be shittin on 'em, diarrhoea
You bitches lookin' burnt, gonorrhoea
Same bitches throwin' shots, but tryna be her
I guess it's all politics, Condoleezza
I'm the first lady, Her Majesty
Raps royalty, bitch now you work for me

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em, I'm just pissin' on 'em
Spittin' on 'em
Put your middle fingers in the air if you did it on 'em
Yeah, I just did it on 'em

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
All you clones had your shine like cubic stones
Now the show's over, Jenny Jones
Toss 'em in the lake like Ricky bitch
And I stay on this money, like a pyramid
Yeah, I've been about a cheque, hoe
You stole your whole swag, you worse than a klepto'
I just blow 'em kisses, X 'n' O
Got 'em sick to their stomach, P-p-pepto
All you bitches is some bums
I feel your cup up with change
You hoes should be rappin' on the number four train
The price of your mother's house, I paid for my Range
Uh, and that's a autobiography
I swear these hoes be obsessed how they copy me
Laxative flow, I'm shittin' on 'em constanly
And I leave a stain like I ain't wiped my ass properly
Ew!
**************************************************
What’s the WordYo yo, aiyyo, yo

Think it's bout time that I heat y'all up
Y'all easy bake oven chicks, eat y'all up
Like a ex pill I'm a keep y'all up
And y'all ain't stop me from burn y'all just don't learn

[Chorus]
(What's the word?) She at it again
(What's the word?) She in it to win
(What's the word?) She back and she's stayin
(What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin

[Verse 1]
And just when y'all thought y'all had the victory
The one point game I fucked around and hit a three
Swish!!!!! All fuckin net
It's the fourth quarter your pourin down sweat
Rap's M.V.P. don't you ever forget
Since you came in this game are there any regrets?
And y'all, dukes are lame don't let 'em back in
What? You ain't heard? Keep at it again
Yo it's cold at the camp, but I'm in it till it's over
Notorious soldier thought I told ya
Niggas is pissin me off right now
But like that dance, I'm a shake 'em off right now
Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
Move work from your block to your block
The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked
Beanie told y'all but I got proof
I speak the truth, everytime I step in the booth
Uh! Pretty things is all that I mean
Better listen to the words that she sings

[Chorus]
(What's the word?) She at it again
(What's the word?) She in it to win
(What's the word?) She back and she's stayin
(What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin

[Verse 2]
And now I could see why y'all all on me
You need a hot remix you could call on me
Niggas do dirty work the shit fall on me
But I could hold that weight and still bake that cake
We get it on in Brooklyn no lie Bed-Stuy holla back B.I. till I die!!!
We get it on in Brooklyn no lie Bed-Stuy holla back B.I. till I die!!!
Get money always but I ain't givin up rap
Come on now, y'all should know me better than that
I mean, this is somethin I'm a veteran at
Buy me out, you need more cheddar than that
Who's hot and who's not what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take your spot and your spot
Move work from your block to your block
The neighborhood better keep they fuckin door locked
I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
I give 'em a taste they just want more
Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for

[Chorus]
(What's the word?) She goin for delf
(What's the word?) She bout to reinvent herself
(What's the word?) She reppin the hood
(Yo what's the word?) Yeah the bitch look good

[Outro]
I'm the shit I'm the bread winner
Who's the bitch I'm the big spinner
I give 'em a taste they just want more
Word on the street is I'm who they waitin for

[Chorus]
(What's the word?) She at it again
(What's the word?) She in it to win
(What's the word?) She back and she's stayin
(What's the word?) The bitch ain't playin
**************************************************
Last Day[Hook: repeat 2X]
When it's my last day, then it's my last day
But until that day, you can't take away
How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day

[Lil' Kim]
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'mma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
I'mma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain
Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
'Til my last day, I'm goin hard
And I ain't slowin up, 'til the Heliport's in my back yard
'Til my whole team sign they name on that black card
'Til I bring New York back, 'til I show you where I'm from
'Til I show you how it's done, show you why I'm number one
'Til my peeps is out the hood, 'til I buy my moms a jet
'Til I own my first island and cash a trillion dollar check
'Til I'm at the top of Forbes' richest lookin kosher
With my name and my picture, right next to Oprah
In negotiations with Bill Gates and his broker
'Til I'm with Jehovah it ain't over 'til it's over

[Hook]

[Lil' Kim]
Besides God, what the fuck should I fear?
The only one could stop me is that chick in the mirror
I built my career on, blood sweat and tears
And I'm still here, gettin stronger each year
Cause what don't kill me, could only help build me
I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy
If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty
If you was missin a spine you'd still have to feel me
Some came and went but your girl is everlasting
'Til the day I'm gasping (gasping)
And niggas droppin tears on my Versace casket
And I'm, reunited with Big, like nigga what happened?
Shit got drastic, I missed you with a passion
By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick
Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, it ain't mine

[Hook]

[Lil' Kim]
Until my heartbeat stops, my flesh goes numb
And the last breath leaves my lung, I'll be
The big Q.B., the problem in Prada
The bitch that these rap hoes wanna become
I been hated on many times, adored and idolized
Check your stats, I'm all that, bottom line
It's all there in black and white, read it and weep
I'm the, perfect example of keepin it street
Cause when it's all said and done and at the end of the day
My actions spoke louder than whatever they say
Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time
So a cell'll hold my body and never my mind
So, never mind any of y'all petty tactics
I'm gettin fetty, movin through them tax brackets
Bitch you gotta be kiddin me, Kim's the epitome
I'm the ghost of Big so you could never get rid of me

[Hook]
**************************************************
Hold it Now[Intro: Havoc]
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About a gangsta-ass bitch y'all know so well
It started way back in history
With Lil' Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., and B.I.G

[Refrain]
Go Kim, go Kim (Hold, hold it now)
Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim, go Kim (Hold, hold it now)
Go Kim (Woah, hold it, hold it now)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Now here's a little story I gots to tell (Uh-huh)
'Bout the first rap bitch to rock Chanel (Uh-huh)
Taught you how to get money and pop Cristal
Even gave y'all tips on ridin' cock as well (Hey)
The Beehive, stickers say, "Better beware"
If it's buzzin' in the spot, you know my boys is here (Bzz)
If we in the parking lot, you know the toys is there
Pushin' drop Bee Wagons, two doors, ya hear?
Hold it now, the Queen's sittin' in the chair
Now y'all wanna dress sexy and dye your hair?
Will the real Kim stand up? There's frauds in here
I'm 'bout to pull the plug on all y'all broads this year (Lights out)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Now all my, all my, all my bitches rub ya titties if ya love Biggie
And all my niggas grab ya dicks if you feelin' a bitch
I'm in the middle of the dance floor (Go Kim, go Kim) killin' this shit
With the Belve', tryin' not to spill in this shit (Go)
You know the Queen show love when I'm up in the club (Uh-huh)
I like to play with my coochie when I'm up in the tub
You a sensitive thug, let me give you a hug
Y'all thirsty-ass niggas, take this bottle of bub
I'm the first lady, so I can't lose
Because of me, y'all rock rhymes in high heel shoes
Lil' Kim the Grammy winner get love worldwide
Now hold that, yo, Havoc, let the beat ride

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
You see, Frank White taught me how to play the game
La Bella Mafia, nigga, I play to reign
They pump my album in the street like they pump the 'caine
I'm like bleach, Lil' Kim leave a permanent stain
I'm feared in my country like Saddam Hussein
I might give a little head to— (Hold it, hold it now)
All we ask is y'all show respect
'Cause we don't want talk, big homie, just cut the check
Now I'm sittin' outside in my 6.6
Just signed a lil' deal, about 6.6
Used to transport bricks and make 6.6
If you look in my garage, I got six joints (Hold it, hold it now)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)
When we come to the clubs, they be like (Hold, hold it now)
When we pull up on them dubs, they be like (Hold it, hold it now)
Where my bitches and my thugs gettin' right? (Hold, hold it now)
Come chill in V.I.P. with us for the night (Woah, hold it, hold it now)

[Refrain]
Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it now)
Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it, hold it now)
Go Kim, go Kim (Hold it now)
Go Kim, woah (Hold it now)
(Hold it now)
(Hold it, hold it now)
(Hold it now)
(Hold it, hold it now)
(Hold it now)
(Hold it, hold it now)
(Hold it now)
(Hold it, hold it now)

[Skit: Lil' Kim]
Hot 103 WBUZ, you're listenin' to Queen Bitch Radio
That was Black Jesus with "Tell Me What That Thing Smell Like"
You're listenin' to 103 WBUZ, and I'm your host for the day, Lil' Kim
We're 'bout to go to the phone lines, caller, you're on the air
Ayy (Hello?)
Hello? (Hello?)
Hello, is that Kim over there? (Who's this?)
How you doin', Kim? This is Mikey Meatball
I been callin' over there for a long fuckin' time now
I mean what do I have to do over here?
I just wanna get a little scratch and sniff poster maybe, you know
A what?
A scratch and sniff poster, Kim, you know what I mean
(Oh, oh, the)
I mean
The Hard Core poster, that, the new ones we have?
Right, you know what I mean, come on
Yeah, I think we have some
Okay, so what I have to do for it?
You scratch the middle, and it's, yeah
Right, I love it
What, what do you want me to do for it?
What are you willing to do for it?
Listen, I'm willing to do anything
I'll blow a bubble in your ass and I'll make you burp, baby
I'll suck your armpits, I'll suck the fart out of your ass
Listen, listen, I love you, I swear I fuckin' love you
You nasty bastard, oh my God
These people is off the hook
Can't believe that, I gotta go to another caller
Caller, what's the word?
What's up, motherfucker?
Who is this?
This Nigel
Nigel? You sound like—
Nigel from Nigeria, motherfucker
Oh
I bootleg everything
Oh, shit, oh no, no
Why we got the bootlegger on the phone, y'all?
Yeah, I bootleg everything
Kim, let me ask you a motherfucking question, motherfucker
What?
Let me bootleg your shit
Hell fucking no (No, no)
I can't believe this nigga just asked me to bootleg my shit
Try again, muddafucca
Motherfucka, I got Gucci bags, Kim's CDs, double CDs, triple CDs
Bye
All CDs in the set, motherfucka
I'ma rob you, I'ma get your ass robbed
Muddafucca, I might rob you, I got your song already
Oh, bye, try again, muddafucca, bye
**************************************************
Shake Ya Bum Bum[Hook]
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
We 'bout to crush all competition
Ain't no chance for ya'll
Lil' Kim and Shanice, we 'bout to dance on ya'll
Like a flow in the club, it don't matter where you come from
USA to UK, shake ya bum bum
Sean Paul dime, keep my hair done all the time
Even got a manicurist in the booth while I rhyme
Initials on our jackets like Laverne and Sheryl
Kids rock my Queen Bee logo like a PowerPuff Girl
We stay on tour from summer to winter
And we rockin' public schools and daycare centers
Uh, united we stand, divided you fall
D flawless necklace look like a disco ball
Whoa, ya'll don't really want it with the whole Beehive
We goin' down in history, the illest gangstas alive
Put ya hands on your shoulders, push 'em up, push 'em up
If you feel it in your bones, shake it up, shake it up

[Hook]
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum

[Verse 2: Lil' Shanice]
Now I know I ain't grown, but that don't stop me
From shakin' my anus
See I'm 'bout to blow, I'm soon to be famous
Now me and Lil' Kim on the same track is crazy
Matter fact you can call that amazing
Back to back, shakin' our bum bums
Picture us in the war, back to back shakin' off dum-dums
In YO, that's where I come from
My talents official, act up, the hounds'll come get you
You can catch me on my toes in them D&G flip-flops
Hopin' outta mommy's new burgundy six drop
What, I can't stop what I do for real
It's like for ya'll I just got to prove my skills
Oh, I got a ring filled with all baguettes
Nails done, fresh do, be no regrets
All I ask is that ya'll show respect
While I do my thing
And shake it up with the coolest Queen, uh
(Uh)

[Hook]
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] + (Lil' Shanice) or *BOTH*
Jack Be Nimble (Jack better be quick)
It's the Queen and the Princess (Jack ain't spit)
Like that news van *There they go again*
(On NBC to) *Nickelodeon*
Sophisticated bad girls (Ya'll them mad girls)
Ya'll them birds everybody done had girls
While dudes sendin' me diamonds and pearl sweaters
(They little brothers send me sneakers and love letters)
Next to Bill Gates, I'm tryna be runner up
Like the elevater shaft, baby girl is comin' up
(It's the ill collaboration from the Brook to the Yonks)
No more franks for this ma, now it's lobster and conch
To my kids in the hood, this one's for you
(Grown folks and grandmas can shake they bum bum too)
So come on (Come on) Come on
*Come on with it now, get up, get up
Get up and get down with the get down*

[Hook]
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Shake ya bum bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
Bum chicky, chicky bum
**************************************************
DiamondsUh, uh huh
Bad boy
Queen Bee
C'mon, c'mon

Verse One: Kim
If I could make it rain
I'd make it rain diamonds
So all the girls in the world
Could keep shrinining
From princess cuts to emeralds to H-classes
Yeah, I failed math, but bet I passed the E-class
Went from Chanel number 5 to two point five
The Melrose resident, every rooms a president
With the live in waiters, betcha haters can't match that
You're six digits short to catch that
Your're net year gross it 20 thow on commission
My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones
Stocks, restaurants out in Rome
Plus all the over head
And the interest on those loans

Chorus:
I want diamonds
(She said she wants a man- to buy her a Lexuz Land)
But that's all right for her
But still it ain't enough for me
I want diamonds
She said she wants a guy
To do it to her every night
That's all right for her
But you gotta go down on me

Verse Two: Kim
I had bitches rockin the red, yellow and green wigs
Cats in they raps tryin to act like Big
Remember when Big told y'all
Get Money
Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies
Check it
If I could separate all the game from the glory
I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story
Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)
Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get
And what they had in '86
I puts them on the spot
Pull out the lab top
With the receipt for the yacht
What you got?
Niggas be mute all of a sudden
What, I pushed a button?
Shit, that ain't nothin'

Bridge:
I don't care if he's young or old
Just make him very rich
I just want someone that can spend dough
I want diamonds
Yes I do
And a house that's made of gold
There's only one thing better than money
Come into my bedroom honey

Verse Three: Kim
So we can have a drink or two
Cosmos, if you ghetto this Buds for you
Here's a few
So he can be nice
When I show him this ice
On my chest
That I bought with his American Express
I'm a mess, never-the-less
I'm authentic
Ninety-nine percent B-K
One percent N-J
Excuse me
Cause what I'm tryin to say
Is if you ain't thorogh
Stay out my borough
Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pairos
And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros
And ya'll buy your suits in portions
I get mine's from an auction
Million dollar dress that belongs to the princess
While ya'll shopping at Saks
I been there, done that
Copt the sweater and the hat

Chorus
Bridge
(with adlibs)
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Do What You Like[Intro: Larce "Banger" Vegas]
QB, ya shit, shit is crazy, yo
Can't fuck with you, fo' real
They can't fuck with you
They can't fuck with you
What's wrong with y'all bitches, man?
What's wrong with y'all niggas, man?
C'mon, the fuck is wrong with y'all niggas?
Where you at, nigga? C'mon, nigga
Where you at? Where you at, nigga? C'mon

[Verse 1: Larce "Banger" Vegas]
Yo, check 'em out, yo you you
When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got tombstone flow, with a casket rhyme
Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slingin' crack and dimes
Half is mine, so you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box, with my man on the ox
We gon do it like we did it on the block
Let's roll, like with 60's 30's
40 niggas with me
Rep ya hood, rep ya block, rep ya city
This is me talkin', without the Remy in me
I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show y'all the true meanin' why Banger act willie
'Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza with the twin nine millis
Yea niggas

[Chorus: All, Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
Do what you like (we don't give a fuck)
Go head and fight (all my bitches grab a nigga)
And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like (you got a motherfuckin' gun)
Bust of the nine (all my niggas grab a bitch)
And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo, this is for them niggas frontin', don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit 'em in the brain, niggas slain, layin' dormant
Iced out grenade, with the big chains on it
New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it
Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it
Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it
Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin'
No stage shows, so forget about tourin'
Mad at my team 'cause my niggas stay scorin'
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin'
My guns bust
Niggas get wet when it's pourin'
Rain down long like Kim gettin' dressed in the mornin'
Five-star general, spit a Uzi at ya coffin
Run up in ya crib without a search warrant

[Chorus: All, Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
Do what you like (we don't give a fuck)
Go head and fight (all my bitches grab a nigga)
And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like (you got a motherfuckin' gun)
Bust of the nine (all my niggas grab a bitch)
And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 3: Bristal]
Once again it's on
The motherfuckin' psychos, M.A.F.I.A
Bitches feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
Send that ass slow like I ride a six four
I'm what ya kids admire
Don't wanna see retire
Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away

[Verse 4: Lil Kim]
Ayo move out the way Bris, I'm about to hook off
Sick of motherfuckers tryna play us like we soft
You have any idea how many words I shook off
I'm not havin' uh no I'm not havin' it
You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
And I know y'all don't want me to call me boys
M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
My whole crews in the club
And girl, don't you hate when bitches be with the friends
Dancin' all wild
Bumpin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk shit
Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
Bitches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
Lady what we fear nigga you like
Give 'em a pussy invite
It's aight, maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight

[Chorus: All, Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
Do what you like (we don't give a fuck)
Go head and fight (all my bitches grab a nigga)
And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like (you got a motherfuckin' gun)
Bust of the nine (all my niggas grab a bitch)
And fuck tonight (it's ya motherfuckin' world)
Do what you like, do what you like

[Outro: Lil' Kim & Lil' Cease]
Y'all need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out
Yeah, muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our motherfuckin' world
Y'all need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out
Yeah, big shout from the house
Yeah, Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style
B.I.G. Forever baby
Brooklyn
We gonna let y'all know
Do what you want
Do what ya like nigga
It's 2000
YaknowwhatI'msayin
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn
Aight, represent niggas
**************************************************
Right Now[ntro: Lil' Kim]
I need you, got to have you
Yeah, whatever

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & (Carl Thomas)]
I was sitting at the bar
When this real horny guy came over
(Hi how are you doing? How are you?)
He said won't you let me take you
On a ride in my Range Rover
I said you can't be serious
My Bentley's right outside
Plus your breath smells like shit anyway

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Oh, I need you, oh
Gotta have you, oh
Just wanna touch you, oh
I need your love, yeah
Right now

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & (Carl Thomas)]
Everybody's on the dance floor
And this fool is still behind me
I am dipping through the crowd now
Hoping that he doesn't find me
He said, baby, where you going?
(Lil' Kim I love you)
Then he grabbed me by the hand
And dipped my body to the ground
And said

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Oh, I need you, oh
Gotta have you, oh
Just wanna touch you, oh
I need your love, yeah
Right now

[Bridge: Lil' Kim]
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut
Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut-dut

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
See the party don't stop 'til the casket drop
Like a six double O with the plastic drop
Damn is that all you got?
Hmm, baby, give it one more shot
Got a body like what-what
Watch me shake my butt, butt-butt
Like it when you sing that song, oh
I know you wanna see my thong

[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Oh, I need you, oh
Gotta have you, oh
Just wanna touch you, oh
I need your love, yeah
Right now

[Outro: Carl Thomas]
Right now, right now
I need your love, baby
I need your love, baby
**************************************************
Get in Touch With Us[scratched] "Now you've seen this before;
Don't, don't tell me what's been happening
Okay, just let me sit here, enjoy"

[Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples]
Yea yea yea yea, I'm back
Aw yeah, I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Aw yeah - I'm back
I'm back
Yea yea - I'm back
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats

[Lil' Kim]
If you see a 745 and a body that's wide
Take a peek and make sure ain't nobody inside
Fuckin with the Bee you might not make it alive
Cause it's MURDAHHH; ain't talkin Irv and Ja
Y'all sleep on baby girl, I seldom frown
Spit the shank out my mouth, and bust you down
Biggie left me the torch, so I'm holdin it now
And you sick cause I'm a bitch and I'm holdin it down
If Styles say get you, without no doubt
I'm a set you real good then I'm airin you out
Rep your coast, we got the crack, one hit you overdosed
That shadow that you see, that's my motherfucker Ghost
(Whattup nigga?) S.P., Lil' Kim, we in it to win it
Do a bid for my crimey, that's my co-defendant
And you snitch niggas tryin to get a nigga locked up
Come through in the ice and truck and tear your whole block up

[Hook: Lil' Kim w/ scratched in samples] + (Styles)
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
And I'm about to murder cats
And I'm about to murder cats
(She Bonnie, I'm Clyde)
(I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized)

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
And I'm about to murder cats
And I'm about to murder cats
(It's the Ghost and the Queen
Motherfucker get in touch with us)

[Styles P]
You know the Ghost'll steal your soul from you
Lil' Kim'll pull the four and leave a motherfuckin hole in you
I need an antidote.. to take away the pain
I gotta smoke weed or crack a nigga canteloupe
I used to dream of this (I used to) but now I got
The money and the house and the shit seem meaningless
(What's it all worth?) If the grind don't ever stop (huh)
Then my mind won't ever stop, nine won't ever stop (uh-uh)
They say you too violent (fuck you) I say you too silent
You scared to represent, I'ma make the news column
This is Holiday and Lil' Kim (yes it is)
Bust your gun, sell your crack, puff your weed, drink a lil' gin
(Go ahead) Watch the drama ride (watch it) she Bonnie, I'm Clyde
I kill your mom and watch you stand there traumitized
You can't fuck with us (sho' can't) you think you could?
It's the Ghost and the Queen, motherfucker get in touch with us

[Hook]

[SP] It's the Ghost
[LK] And the Queen
[SP] I'ma shoot at most of your team
[LK] And I'm leavin with most of your cream
[SP] Nigga knock off the riffin shit, understand that
[SP] I'ma kill a made nigga
[LK] And I'ma kill the witnesses
[SP] Y.O. nigga
[LK] Crooklyn bitch
[SP] Nigga bust off your hammer
[LK] And cook them bricks
[SP] If you really had dough like you said you did
[LK] We woulda run up in your crib and been took that shit
[SP] If I want a nigga dead then I'm doin the shit
[LK] And your girl right behind you with the oo and the fifth
[SP] It's the Queen and the Ghost, who shit this tight?
[LK] Yeah Frank is the King, so call me Ms. White
[SP] And I ask niggas who wan' dance
[LK] And I got his back like that bitch from "True Romance"
[SP] S.P. the Mack Milli'
[LK] Q.B. the Tech
[SP] Got the money and the power
[LK] Now where's the Respect?

[Hook]

[Styles]
It's the Ghost and the Queen
Motherfucker get in touch with us
**************************************************
Summer Sixteen (Remix)[Verse]
It's either you love it or hate it
You straddle the fence, that's not trill enough
I just slap all of my niggas
That's showing me they really down for the coming up
Ooh, it's pressure
Hammer man, can't touch this
Frozen pipes, watch me bust on 'em
Step on heads like clutches
Watch the pipes leave the dust on 'em
Toni Braxton with the flow, hoe
Usher Raymond with the dance moves
Nino Brown with the dope quotes
Pussy get wetter than bottled water
I took that dick out to Bora Bora
He ate the booty like mahi-mahi
Mai Tais with Tahitian hotties
Mob ties with the Legion
Probably got me moving like I'm in a movie
Acting like he knew me
I am too elusive
Life is too exclusive to worry
So I'ma just live a little
(Yeah) I need an Oscar nomination
Bitch, I'm a living motion picture
Rolling with you
Need to see you speeding with a smoking pistol
They honor me that's no Judicial
Zebra stripes, I'm so official
If it ain't mutually beneficial
Then what the fuck am I doing with you?
Baby niggas like price efficient
Cut it out like Eddie Scissors
I got the bread on me
Paparazzi got me paranoid
Bitch, I feel like the feds on me
Close the curtains on the 600
City traffic give me time to think
Think about when I was first fronted
I live fast with no time to blink
I need a nigga like Malcolm X
Seven zeros on every check

[Chorus]
I been looking for some bands
All summer sixteen
All summer sixteen
Playing dirty, not clean
Got the whole BK out here like a football team
What the fuck you mean?
I been looking for some bands

[Outro]
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Nothing but them fucking M's
Y'all ready!
**************************************************
Blow a Check[Intro: Puff Daddy]
We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run
Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
And it's not that I'm not humble
Ayo, it's that this is my gift of life
Getting this money, getting this money
Get that money
Get that money, go young nigga, go

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I be making love to the money yeah
Only thing that I come for is money here
Imma put the gun to the money, go dumb
Like I'm reading, how I thumb through the money nigga
You ain't got enough funds for me
This designer pussy make a nigga run through his money (woo!)
Dressed in all Coco, but my purse Versace
Diamonds on my fingers, touching keys like I'm Liberace
Cannons on me, but this ain't a camera on me
I ain't with the bullshit, all my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti
Cruise the desert in Bugattis out in Abu Dhabi
Head shots all net, I be playing hockey
White house, white coupe, but ain't a fucking Nazi
I got the Nagasaki, he gon' sip on me like sake
12 o'clock, down the block, on a Kawasaki
We with the shits outside like a Port-a-Potty
We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins
I'm living proof that you do what you want when you popping
But you all in my comments, while I'm changing the climate
Ain't no change in this wallet, ain't no flaws in these diamonds
I just ran through the money, Kim Dotcom
Blow a check on 'em, flex on 'em, muscle arm

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
I'm just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it
All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight
Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it
Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette
Hit the block, make 'em upset
I ain't done yet
Girl, I'm on a cash route
Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch
You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryng to make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run

[Verse 3: Puff Daddy]
Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go
If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow
Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let 'em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the coupe
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that’s why i got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it’s a bet, take this shit on a jet
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
I'm the king, king of talking shit
Maybe piss through a check
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, hashtag, three M’s
Nigga, money makin' Mitch

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
[I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run] (8633872)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I
I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles
Black rose generals when I hit the court
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four
At the last supper tryna eat a feast
My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag, your body disappear waist down
I dab all them bitches; D. Brown
You know that paper longer than chain smokin'
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt
I'm running through the paper way before the deal
Way before puff gave me all the mills

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
I'm just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I’m tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
**************************************************
Clap ClapClap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches!
You know what it is!
You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow girl

[Hook]
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!

[Verse 1:Lil Kim]
I gotta give it to you
Here’s your round of applauds!
Gigs up baby, the final curtain call
The black widow, symbol of corruption!
Don’t know by now, you goin' to get accustomed
Pay attention homie, follow instructions
Kim is about to show you the art of hustlin'
Cold-hearted, mobbin' through Brooklyn
Ain’t no shook hands over here, we get it cookin'
I strike harder; I’m 10 times smarter
I sneak up on you like Japan did Pearl Harbor
I’m a fire starter, back draft, don’t stand too close
You catch a heat rush, its kim blanco, homie the head honcho
The queen, rains and pours
Hope you got you'r pancho
So mention my name out of your mouth
And before you take a bow, we'll be clapping from the crowd

[Hook Lil Kim and I.R.S]

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!

[Verse 2: Lambo Lux]
Since y'all bitches like attention, Come get some!
A million ways of dying, Nigga just pick one!
I’ma ill shot, I’ve got a sick gun
And it’s contagious, so you’ll catch it even if you run
Ah, and my niggas feeling flu-ish too!
Disconnect you'r phone line, no calling troops
Pull up 100 deep
I.R.S the crew
We need the four doors, can do the coupe
Shootin' at you actors, like movie shoots
And I’m a vet, baby! You just the new recruit
So mention Kim name in your songs, and I’ll be at your show
With a round of applauds

[Bridge]
Clap, clap! It's Kimy Blaco!
You already know I gotta shooters
And our clips is full in case you want some more
I think I hear encore!
O.K dash!
Clap, clap!

[Verse 3: Dash]
I think you deserve standing o'
Its young Dash, I’ll be everywhere you’re scared to go
Just Left the west like Amber Rose
Now I'm back in B.K. In that Phantom Ghost
Let’s have a toast, not for the douche bags
For your old school niggas, It's that new swag
It’s that new shit, on that new track
Ain’t nothing young, its that gourmet cash
Money
Its that big bank take little bank
If the queen say its beef, then you want a dinner plate
So mention Kim name in your verses
And we gonna clap it up, till they close the curtains

[Hook]

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!

[Verse 4: I.R.S]
O.K.! I.R.S. will eliminate the imitation
They on death road, execute the perpretation!
Niggers we try our flight, permanent vacations
This model is 18, that’s my standing ovation
No Jersey show, but we handle the situation
Send my enemies up, elevation!
I’m a bad boy just like Biggie was
White and Navy when I ride through the city cous'
My turf all blue like oil state
We bench press niggas, and we lifting more then weights
So mention Kim’s name in your rap
And we’ll be back stage with the hammer pulled back
Clap, clap!
**************************************************
I’m Human[Intro]
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!

[Verse 1]
A queen is not a queen because she is felt
But a queen is a queen because failure has not stopped her
Take it from me, the queen of all queens
Women are taking over for the new millennium, haw!
What the hell do you want from me?
I'm just tryna be all that I can be
I'm a god damn legacy
Thanks to B.I.G. and Puff Daddy
The first lady runs the world now
They impeached the president from his residence
No one drops bombs 'til I say so
One, two, one, two, three, go!

[Chorus]
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals

[Verse 2]
How dare you accuse me and my family
Fucking clones, leave us alone!
Me and Puff is like Janet and Mike
You make us wanna (scream), know what I mean?
(Yeah, yeah) I know y'all rather see us dead
No more platinum plaques certified lead
We got too many chips for y'all
Queen Bee, Queen Bee make hits for y'all
Take a deep breath
Inhale, exhale 'til there's no more left
In the name of the father, son, and daughter
Here comes the new world order!
You can't stop it
Mother Earth this my universe
When worse comes to worse (uh huh)
I call the shots (uh huh), stack all the lots (uh huh)
Pack all the Glocks, take the safety off lock, fire!

[Chorus]
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals

[Bridge]
Ah, la-la-lah
That la-lah, la-lah (sing!)
Ah, la-la-lah
That la-lah, la-lah (huh, huh!)
Ah, la-la-lah
That la-lah, la-lah
We love that la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah!

[Verse 3]
Can I jingle it, baby? Go 'head, baby
Can I jingle it, baby? Go 'head, baby (hmm)
Take it out, let me sit on it
You can't make it wet, just spit on it
Ah don't stop 'til it rise to the top
Promise you won't drop 'til the cherry go (pop)
And if it doesn't fit then use your lips
Oh, here it comes, what's my name? Queen Bitch!

[Chorus]
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals
I'm human, you're human
So they said but inside we're all animals

[Bridge]
Ah, la-la-lah
That la-lah, la-lah (sing!)
Ah, la-la-lah
That la-lah, la-lah (huh, huh!)
Ah, la-la-lah
That la-lah, la-lah
We love that la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah!
**************************************************
Off the Wall[Intro: Lil' Cease, Puff Daddy & Lil' Kim]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it
Queen Bee, Bad Boy, baby
Uh, uh, uh
Let's go

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Ah! Ready or not, here I come
I'm a Bentley y'all something like a Hyundai (whoa)
Wear more skins than Crocodile Dundee
Tasty like a sundae (Take that!)
(Mmm-da-da) Eat it like a Kit-Kat
Record your climax, replay back
Lil' Kim records hit the streets
DJs wanna spin that back like
Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team
While most of y'all broads is just drag queens
It's gonna take years before you match our cream (That's right)
And only in your dreams can you see what we see

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance, come on, now do it
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
It's the years 2G, things about to change
Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane
Your girl is lame, huh what?
Want a bitch like me what, huh?
If it's diamonds you want, baby, I got 'em
Money in a briefcase, who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon, nigga, you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more green than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you say?
Me and you, nigga like running Roulette
The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?
Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay
Put your money and your jewels up one at time
And if you lose this game all this shit is mine
What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings
Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me
I win give it up

[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
When it comes to sex call me Dr. Ruth
I ain't a prostitute I just speak the truth
Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference
A bitch like me gives it on the first date
Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait!
Cause uh y'all know how I get down
(How you get down?)
Niggas from the East know how I get down
(That's right!)
Cats from the West know how I get down
(West Side!)
From the North to South say can you get down!

[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Cease]
Now lend me your ear, listen closely
I wear these jewels like a rosary
This is how the rap game is supposed to be
One king, one queen things supposed to be

[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now get your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do
Mmm-da-da, mmm-do

[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Queen Bee, 2000
Get your backs up off the wall
Dance come on
Dance come on yeah
Dance come on
Notorious K.I.M
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
Come on
**************************************************
This is a Warning{entire song set to the melody of R. Kelly's "A Woman's Threat"}

[Lil' Kim - speaking]
Yo.. I just don't understand
Lately, it seems like.. I don't know
It just seems like.. it seems like
Everybody wants

[Lil' Kim - singing]
My style, my life, my blood
My shoes, my clothes, my gear
My watch, my rings, my chain
My cars, my money, my home
My body, my sweat, my tears
My power, my fame, my strength
My shit, my this, my that
Bitches, please!

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
If you don't stop;
Someone's gonna find yo' ass dead (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna poison your food (this is a warning)
Someone's puttin tags on your toes (this is a warning)
Someone better pray for you (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna get yo' keys (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna open your door (this is a warning)
Someone's gonna creep in your house (this is a warning)
And put the {*chk-chk*} straight in your, mouuuuuth
... This is a woman's, THREAT (this is a woman's)

[Lil' Kim - singing with "whoa, whoa whoa, whoa" repeating]
Have you ever heard the story, about the M.A.F.I.A. tip
See Big Poppa was shot, a long long long long time ago
And when he was killed, he left me with the throne
And now it seems like, everyone wants my blood

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Lil' Kim - over Chorus]
Don't stop, no no
You'll be sorry
Keep doin it, you'll see
You'll be cryin
I know, whatchu doin
Cause I'm watchin
Hohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
Ohhhhohhhohhhhohoohohohhhhohohhhhhhh
{*laughing*}
Aiyyo!
{*snickering*}
**************************************************
Bitch Better Have My Money (Remix)[Verse 1: Rihanna]
Bitch better have my money!
Y'all should know me well enough
Bitch better have my money!
Please don't call me on my bluff
Pay me what you owe me
Ballin' bigger than LeBron
Bitch, give me your money
Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?
Like bra, bra, bra

[Pre-Chorus]
Louis XIII and it's all on me, nigga you just bought a shot
Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top
Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
Don't act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots
Like bra, bra, bra
Pay me what you owe me, don't act like you forgot

[Chorus]
Bitch better have my money!
Bitch better have my money!
Pay me what you owe me
Bitch better have my (bitch better have my)
Bitch better have my (bitch better have my)
Bitch better have my money!

[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
Bitch better have my dough
Bitch better have my cash
You can't call me Chanel, cause I'm coming for the bag
With a 100 bitches like Will
Queen Bee the Madame, The Milf
Me and Rih jumped out the Wraith
We got the whole club on tilt
I can take yo bitch
100k on the wrist lil nigga can you buy that?
Balmain sheets thats 20 when I sleep
Lil nigga can you buy that?
And I'm in the Ghost with the chauffuer
No sir nigga we don't drive that
Sweet pussy Saturday and he got a gold grill
Nigga trying to Plies that
Eagle that's bold pussy
He want that bald pussy
That cat so fat he can see it from the back
That there is all pussy
He having withdrawals in that pussy
Had to thank the Lord in that pussy
I'm the butterfly and the pimp
Queen Bee the landlord hoes it's time to pay the rent ho
Yellow Rari on the block
Yellow tape like I caught a body on the block
Don't act like you forgot I call the shots like bra, bra, bra

[Outro: Rihanna]
Turn it to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin' wasted
Every time I drop, I am the only thing y'all playin'
In a drop top, doin' hundred, y'all in my rearview mirror racin'
Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?
Like bra, bra, bra
**************************************************
This is Who I Am[Intro]
Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)
She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?)
Ladies and Gentleman...

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee
I am who I am, you just can't change me
No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me
People been around me for years, don't know shit about me
Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat
People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not
That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes
Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes
What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone
Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone
One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green
The trendsetter's back on your TV screen

[Hook: Mashonda]
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
About five feet even, kinda small in the waist
Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face
So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes
Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe
Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes
More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes
I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes
Anything goes when you play with the pro's
I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars
Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars
I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars
This is who I am

[Hook: Mashonda]
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin'
Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison
With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks
Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus
But God made me what I am today
So I say things ya'll afraid to say
Just cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest
He who burns last, burns the longest
Fuck what they say about me
Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G
The Queen of New York, let's get this straight
I'm about to be elected mayor of 718

[Hook: Mashonda]
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
This is who I am (This is who I am)
This is what I be (This is what I be)
People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round)
Tryna change me (Tryna change me)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)
Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no (No, no, no)

[Outro during Hook Swizz Beatz]
If you in the club
You are listening to the sounds
Of the *scratch* Queen Bee baby
Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby
Mashonda on the hook
I go by the name of... the Monster
Swizz Beatz
You are listening to the Queen Bee
Bee baby
**************************************************
Queen Bitch 101[Hook: Lil Kim]
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
It's Queen Bee, Sex in the City
Representing up top, brought the block wit' me
Custom Versace dress, showing one titty
In Brooklyn, New York, grimey and gritty
Men see the vide-oh, and go lick the TV slow
I show 'em things, they never seen before
Cause the way I move, is so flexible
I'll try anything, Imma try sexual
The blindfolds and handcuffs, a bit rough
When my thighs wrap around his head, like earmuffs
Doin' freaky weird stuff, talk tough, face down
And step into the Queen with the diamond laced crown
The Jewel of the Nile, I'm romancing the stone
I said "look bitch I got your man on the phone"
But you can swing through, if you want a peep show
Just bring a hun'ed grand and some Veuve Clicquot

[Hook: Lil Kim]
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl

[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
I'm a superfreak, I'm superfreaky-aah
You know I want it, so give it to me-aah
I'm Miss Prada and Chanel, Gucci as hell
Voulez-vous-coucher with this mademoiselle
I sell sex high price, the rap Heidi Fleiss
In Iceberg jeans, that ass looks mighty nice
And this is the fabulous life of Kim Jones
I got chinchilla covers on my flip phones
To match with them furs, baby got back with them curves
A female matte, with makeup on my words
Flow, mascara and blush
Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us
Comparison, what? Ain't nobody close to me
I'm on top, right where I'm supposed to be
And now, haters all kiss my bikini wax
And if you've seen the facts, you know the Queen is back!

[Hook: Lil Kim]
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl

[Verse 3: Lil Kim]
It's my birthday, so go and get the cake
You can have it, you can eat it, just lick the plate
Cause the taste is great, and my panties are edible
Incredible, Natalie Cole, Unforgettable
How are you? Big squirt, little muscle
Keep grindin' I got a non-stop hustle
And don't quit, you can't push without pull
And you know you can't talk, when you got your mouth full
Now put your face in it, and just nod your head
Go on work it on down, too my thighs and legs
Put your face in it, no bitch can see me
Got the whole block buzzin', number one Queen Bee
Put your face in it, men gather round
Laid back, hypnotized, I'm the talk of the town
Put your face in it, get right or get gone
It gets no realer, fake bitches go home

[Hook: Lil Kim]
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
Lil' Kim headlining the show, y'all better line up
And if your sitting down, get your behind up
She got her own class, y'all better sign up
Now hit 'em with some Queen Bitch 101, girl
**************************************************
Who Shot Ya?[Verse 1]
Who shot ya? I'm the Notorious K.I.M
Queen Bitch, cause the streets say I am
Play private airports, fashion week I'm on the runway
Feds tryna tie me to all sorts of gunplay
Must be the mon-ey
Paparazzi looking for my limo I breeze out in the Hyundai
Biggie warned me the more money more problems
Now that I'm on the new levels, I see the new devils
My flame stay on high, so I walks right through em
Old school, new school, I really don't care
I burn baby burn like smokey the bear
Y'all don't want nothing here, it's election season
And your number one candidate is leading
The lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with Queen Bee it ain't safe
Leave the stinger in your face, like you got the mumps
Kim spit that shit to give you niggas goosebumps
Honey girl break rules, make moves
Bitches mad cause I keep multi-millionaire dudes all around me
A billion cock rhymes, any of you bitches
Whisperin about mines, and I'm and I'm
Bedstuy's finest, you rewind this
Brooklyn's behind this
GO BROOKLYN!

[Hook]

[sample from beginning]

[Verse 2]
I seen the light, got rid of all the creeps
Camera's in the crib, bullet proofed out the jeeps
Y'all go ahead and sleep, got to watch my back
Think the coke and law enforcement acts make me slack?
A bitch is all that, cock sucker, ease up
This laser beam device make a nigga freeze up
'st cut the check, respect I demand it
Slip and break the seventh commandment
Thou shall not fuck with the Queen, or see Poppa
Send you straight to BIG in the chopper
I feel for you, pop my collar like the Fonz
Royalty watch, while Lil' Kim on the arm
Put your money where your mouth is, contracts in the briefcase
You name the time and the place
Make sure you remember my face snake bitches
Fake bitches, what the fuck y'all wanna do bitches?
More better, got the haystack
I'm in the phantom, she's in the Maybach
Flex got his arms in the fire position n'
Bout' to drop the bomb, hope you haters is listenin'
Who shot ya?

[Hook]

[sample from beginning]
**************************************************
The Queen[Puffy]
Intro
I don't give a fuck, yeah yeah yeah
As we proceed to give you what you need
Queen Bee, muthafuckas, B.I.G, muthafuckas
Junior Mafia, muthafuckas, Bad Boy, muthafuckas
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Lil' Kim]
Bitches wanna front on me
But know not to come to me
I keep ten Glocks, ten Rotts up in front of me
Like they sprayin' somethin', like they sayin' somethin'
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin' (what?!)
My reach is like Lewis, stiff 84
Your's is like Evander, seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Tae Bo, I'm 32 and "O"
When I catch a knock out, bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots, I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out, then clear the spot out
Nigga or bitch, you don't want no problems
My revolver is a quick problem solver
Don't ever think I'm slippin'
Bitch I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin' ass niggas, I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick, and stick you where you shit (ha ha)

Chorus

Come my people, come all hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing
Come my people, come all hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing

[Lil' Kim]
Took three years off to map my shit out
Switch up my game plan and get closer to God
Give me an inch, I take a yard
Oh lighten up, ya'll knew I was comin' back real hard
By the power that's vested in me
Faith rested in me
I can't quit now, too much money's invested in me
To my nigga B-I, this ones for you baby!
All these niggas wanna be Kings, but fuck, is these niggas crazy?
Imma hold the spot for ya (yeah!)
Keep it locked for ya (yeah!)
Rock for you, Pop, ain't a nigga I won't drop for you
Bitches want my title, there ain't a slot for you
It's a cold, cold world, I keep it hot for you
(What?!) Ya'll cats know who I am
(What?!) I love those who love Lil' Kim
(What?!) I'm back again, the mic' eater
The dick beater, the pussy skeeter
But I...

Chorus

Come my people (Queen Bee), come all hail the Queen
Everybody let me hear you sing (Represent for my niggas)
Come my people, come all hail the Queen
(Ayo Puff I don't think they understand)
Everybody let me hear you sing
(I don't think the understand Puff, Cease-a-leo what)

[Lil' Kim]
Put five carats on the "Fuck you" finger
Any haters in the crowd, give them the "Fuck you" finger
If you think you can ball with the Queen
Handle repercussions
Our guns bust in English and in Russian
На здоровье королева мы говорим по русский до свидания
Niggas stand in line, pay a fee for me to kiss 'em
Twenty-one's the lucky number, once the "E" is in the system
One night with the Q.B., and niggas need paternity
Keep my pussy tight like the President's security
I'm some-timey, that's right, I change like the year
Win chips from a Casino, then throw them in the air
I'm the Queen!
I've got special privileges
We ain't equivalent, how dare you insult my intelligence
Now I would like you all to recite the words to this song
Cause you thought I was gone
But the Queen lives on!

Chorus

Come my people, come all hail the Queen
(All my niggas, all my niggas wild the fuck out)
Everybody let me hear you sing
(All my bitches, all my bitches wild the fuck out)
Come my people, come all hail the Queen
(Everybody, everybody wild the fuck out)
Everybody let me hear you sing
(The Queen is back baby, representing the Notorious B.I.G.)

[Opera singers]
The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?

The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you're never gonna win
How you gonna win with the Queen?
The Queen, you're never gonna win
**************************************************
Bad Girls[Intro: RuPaul]
Oh yes, your bitch is back
Just when you thought it was safe to go into the water
Lil' Kim gon' push the shit a little farther
Hey, Lil' Kim, this is RuPaul and I have one thing to say to you
You better work!

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Everywhere I go red carpet
Gave the keys to valet told him park it
Then I jumps out the Zora, Lil' Kim aura
Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
And my B-A-D G-I-R L-S is in the stretch LS
Ain't shit you can tell us
Even got some of these niggas jealous
But tonight ain't about the fellas
Bulgari perfume from a mile you smell us
Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appeal, I'ma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal I'd still be worth a mill'
Depending how I feel I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
We fly like kites, never get into fights
I got a whole bunch of dykes on ninja bikes
'Cause we

[Hook: RuPaul]
Bad girl, bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl, uh huh
Bad girl, you bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
You done picked the wrong one to start trouble with
Don't you know who you fucking with?
QB, the bad girl from the ghetto
That bitch rock mics in high heel stilettos
Spiked out chokers, piped out Rovers
We coked up like Coca-Cola
When we come through it's like 12 bulldozers
9 times out of 10 we ain't sober
We takin' over like Frances
Switchin' our styles like the hottest new dances
And we don't give a fuck so we take chances
To get large like breast enhancements
Bitches be hatin', sayin' we freaks
See us in the street, break they neck to speak
I ignore them whores, accept my applause
Then I say "cheese" for the paparrazi

[Hook: RuPaul]
Bad girl, bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl, uh huh
Bad girl, you bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl

[Bridge: Lil' Kim]
Hey fellas (what?)
Ain't I a dime? (hell yeah, hell yeah)
Hey sistas (uh huh)
Do I have the tightest rhymes? (hell yeah, hell yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I'm on some freak shit tonight, think I ain't
I hope you don't mind a little ketchup on your frank
Either you with it, or either you ain't
You know how it is when Aunt Dot cock block
I beat my niggas with a whip
I breast feed niggas with my tit
And if I catch my man with a chick
I get on some Lorena Bobbitt shit, what

[Hook: RuPaul]
Bad girl, bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl, uh huh
(Oh yes, the bitch is back
She's a bad bitch, uh
Yeah, don't let the smooth face fool you)
Bad girl, you bad girl, you such a dirty bad girl
(Little Kim got it goin' on
You better work, bitch
When she's good, she's good
But when she's bad, she's better)

[Outro: RuPaul]
Hey, she's a bad girl!
[?] that bitch is nasty
[?] that's why they call a bad girl
Ooh, oh shit, they gotta have it girl
Peanut butter head, suck my dick
Your mama's on the kitchen cooking 30 minutes shit
Daddy's in jail raisin' hell
And your sister's on the corner sellin' pussy for sale
Pussy for sale
Uh huh, she's a bad girl
Oh yes, oh, they bad girls, queen
What they say?
They say good girls go heaven
Well, bad girls go everywhere
Oh, woo-hoo!
Work, turn to the left
Work, turn to the right
Work, oh yeah
On the runway
Work, turn to the left
Work, now turn to the right
Work, oh yeah
On the runway
Shantay, shantay, shantay, shantay
Sashay, shantay
Shantay, shantay, shantay, shantay
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
The bad, bad girl
**************************************************
Queen Bitch Part II (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Listen to the don
There's nothing you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game here
And there is no emcee
To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
Yes I'm telling you from the start
I will break your little heart (uh huh)
There's nothing you can do
So just respect the don
There is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better listen

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I'm gonna, murder them, murder them
Any competition I'm gon' murder them
I'm gonna, blow off they whip
Blow off they whip
All you frontin' emcees, I'm gonna, blow off your whip
When I'm gone, you will appreciate my shit
When I'm gone, you'll wanna spit my lyrics
But I'm gwan, I'm not gon' put up with this
I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I ain't got all day
Some-fuckin'-body gon' pay
Got things to do and places to be
I'm 'bout to take back what's owed to me
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
All y'all, let it go, no disrespectin Hov'
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four cases pendin'
Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
It's Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin' and I took the shades off
You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach should be (ill)
I'm dangerous when tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like 'Berreepp' when it's thrown
You're heading for a cold place, youngin', dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go play
PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
L-Y-N, stay out my way
Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Y'all niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Love for B.I.? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch your back
We might bust one in ya eye
It's going down tonight
So don't get outta line
Enough men've tri-ed
But 'nuff men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the planet
This girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble this girl
It gwan bring-a bum bum (wha?!)
What a bum bum

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (sampled)]
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Y'all niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch

[Outro: Lil' Kim]
Bum bum BI bum bum
What a bum bum
What a bum bum
**************************************************
Dead Gal Walking[Verse 1]
We have a crook mentality, grew up in the poverty
Cause we are from the streets
We don't want to sell the drugs, don't want to hustle
But this is how we have to eat
We live by the gun, die by the gun
So please don't you trouble we
I let alot of the bullshit slide
Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive

[Hook]
Cause she's a dead gal walking
That man's a dead man walking
That gal's a dead gal walking
No one wants to be a dead man walking

[Verse 2]
Here come the Queen Bee rain
Hit the windshield wiper
Infrared on the bitch, D.C. sniper
One Brooklyn bitch got the whole crowd hyper
Red Christian Loub's match the red Bamboo Viper
More fire, more fire
All praises to B.I.G., the most higher
The gun cocked, I keep it fully loaded
A dead gal walking, and she don't even know it

[Hook]

[Bridge]
There is a war going on outside
21-gun salute
All my soldiers get ready to ride
Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive

There is a war going on outside (x3)
A war going on outside

[Hook]
**************************************************
How Many Licks (Remix)[Intro: Snoop Dogg + (Lil' Kim)]
Yeah (uhh)
Whassup baby? (uhh, uhh)
You wanna lick sum'in? (This, is, the, G-mix)
Don't be scared...I don't bite
Lick sum'in, lick sum'in, lick sum'in (uhh)
Get ya lick on
(This, is, the, G-mix)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease + (Snoop)]
(When I'm fuckin off gin I'm invincible)
Don't love no ho (That's my principle)
'Cause ahh.. (Bitches come)
And ahh.. (Bitches go)
That's why I get my nut and I be out the fuckin do'
Say knick, knack, give ya dog a bone
Which one of you broads Cease can take home
Cease is a freak, big brown and large
Fuck with the hoes, big, light, and tall
It take two to make the thing go right
Strip, flash, titties, ass
Oh, no, Cease-A-Leo baby
All up in that ass, you so crazy
I'm a freak from the heart and I'll fuck for y'all
And your mouth hit the spot where I rest my balls
I pimp to die, and my mob pimp for me
That's why Cease never eat chicks for free, you feel me?

[Chorus: Pharrell + (Kelis)]
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Break breakin' a bitch
Take takin' a bitch, to a whole 'nother level and shit
Man, I didn't really wanna take her there
Because, she kept on pullin' on my underwear
I ain't no simp for hoes, I pimp the hoes
I do this for this and those, "Figaro, Figaro..."
Nigga, we got hoes, we got hoes...we got hoes
Four, five, six, seven...licks
Now mami, lick it again
Eight, nine, ten, eleven...twelve
Now tell all your friends
Bring Keisha, Yvette, and Shamika too
Brandy and Sandy, a lil' bit of Candy
And we doin' this all night long
Get ya pick on, lick on, and your proper freak on

[Chorus: Pharrell + (Kelis)]
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?

[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
(This is the G-mix)
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hoes
I'd like to present to you
(This is the G-mix)
The winner of the Gangstress of the Year Award
Introducing the Queeeeeeeen...

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I don't need no introduction, they know who I be
Female mack with the gangsta rap
How many licks, niggas just not knowin'
So a bitch like me don't stop flowin'
My money green and it don't stop growin'
Ice like the winter and it don't stop snowin'
M.A.F.I.A., that's the crew that I bang for
Grew up in the hood, now what the fuck I'm gon' change for?
Vuitton sweaters with leathers and Amorettas
Berrettas inside her, but still nobody do it better
Huh, ya never seen this stroke of genius
Put the cleanest meanest lips on ya penis
It's like that once you lick the kitty cat
Niggas don't know how to act, leavin' diamonds in my ass crack
Now all my niggas now, all my bitches now
C'mon, like Nelly, c'mon take it down down

[Chorus: Pharrell + (Kelis)]
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?

How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?

How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me)
But how many hot licks does it take?
How many hot licks does it take?
Mami, how many hot licks does it...
(I don't know, I don't know, just keep on lickin' me...)
AAAAHHHH!!!
**************************************************
Work (Beemix)[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Gimme that work
Gimme that work
You know that I got you babe
Show me what it's worth
Gimme that work, work, work, work, work
Gimme that work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I could never doubt you babe
Always by your side, always down to ride
Don't want to do this without you babe
Cause I can't see me without you in my life
Sit back and let me sex you up
Do not want to let you down
Baby boy let me fill you in
I can tell that you're built to win
Let me [?]
Choke me [?]
I am oh so into you
Let me fuck you slow
Please don't let me go
I just might fall in love with you

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
What'd you have for lunch today baby?
Would you like dessert?
Got my schoolgirl skirt on
I'm about to give you brain like a nerd
Now baby can you take me down
Cause I been out for way too long
You know these drinks got me too gone
You know this weed smoke got me on

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
What you need work? I could give you that employment
Half a million dollar coupe just for my enjoyment
Bitch I got that work, el trabajo
If I run out I just hit Pablo
Mi no play no games, mi no come with console
Mi too wild in these streets, no control
Forty on me now and your nigga is the driver
He left you because your pussy was too dried up
And I got him mind fucked
G500 truck
Hundred thousand dollar shopping spree and I ain't bought him nothing
Rollies with the bezel on it
PJ with the medal on me
Hop up out the jet in a Bugatti
It's the one and only Queen Bee nigga, if it's about my cheese
I need a CC nigga if you sending that word out
It's like the cops raiding, how I'm sending them birds out
Ten toes down, I'm that bitch that you heard 'bout
Fucking with this pussy I could put you on the map
Fucking with this pussy I could take you out the trap
Yeah I rock Giusseppes, but Louboutins mi prefer
Let him purr on my kitty and buy mami some furs
**************************************************
No One (Remix)[Lil' Kim]
Yeah, this goes out, to that dude
Yeah, you know w me hit the pavement
You bright up my life baby, you my Las Vegas
My sunshine on my rainy days (rainy days)
A little love from you take the pain away (pain away)
When I'm feeling stressed out, depressed, without a doubt
On my worst days, you bring the best out
Even when we break up, that's for the make up
Sex be the best, for days we be laid up
He even cook me breakfast on 'a wake up
I swear it's like a fairytale made-up
Bonnie & Clyde, noone can separate us
And we gon' ride out til' the feds come take us (yeah, yeah)
My King, I'm his Queen, 1st Lady
Us against the world, just me and my baby

[Alicia Keys]
You & me together, through the days and nights
I don't worry cos' everythings gonna be all right
People keep talking, they can say what they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be all right
No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you
Can get in the way of what I feel
I know, some people search the world
To find, something like what we have
I know, people will try, try to divide something so real
So til' the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one
No one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you
**************************************************
If You Love Me[Hook:]
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
If you love me you would say it in front of the world

[Verse 1:]
If you love me, you would let the world know it
You say it out your mouth, but I'd rather your heart show it
Actions speak louder than words
Angels fly higher than birds
This was God's work but you couldn't see
God blessed you when he sent you to me
See your boys don't see a side that I see
I told you, you ain't gotta front for the streets
We were born to ride, Bonnie and Clyde
Like your favourite gun, I was right by your side
See my love is true, yeah you know its true
Everything is all fucked up because of you

[Hook:]
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
If you love me you would say it in front of the world

[Verse 2]
I need a real dude I can deal with
Share a family and house on the hill with
Take trips to Paris not the Hiltons
I'm talking about France, true romance
Walk the red carpet together and hold hands
Style on the haters, wave at the fans
Cause right now our love don't live here
First to reconcile, something gotta give here
Few niggas out there trying to live here
Put a ring on it, drop a few kids here
Yeah, Happy Valentines Day
But if you really love me you would show me every day, every day, every day

[Hook:]
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
If you love me you would say it front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
If you love me you would say it in front of the world

[Bridge:]
Be-Be-Beyoncé and Jay, I could have been us
But it's no trust, and all we do if fuss
Yeah, Happy Valentines Day
But if you really love me you would show me every day, every day, every day

[Hook:]
If you love me you would say it front of them
Boy you ain't gotta front for none of them
If you love me you would tell them that I'm your girl
If you love me you would say it in front of the world
**************************************************
Makes No Sense[Tanya Speaking to Lil' Kim]
Yow little kim you dun kno you're the original queen bee
Ah wha we say is a gangsta thing
Tanya Stephens from Jamaica
Wha you waan we do
A wha you mean
Ah murda we haffi murda some pussy hole
Yuh dun kno (yea)
Blood clat.. a wha dat (check, check, check.. mm)

[Lil' Kim :Verse 1]
My poppa taught me how to ride dicks
Cut em off, freeze 'em, and use 'em as ice picks (yea, yea)
Hard times baby
Got bitches upstate doing 2-8
For first degree rape
But I can't get uptake
My name hold weight (wha you seh)
Like I said my name hold weight (dun kno)
Pussy is the bait (dun kno)
Around the way they call me the pink panther
Ask Leon Ganther, (haha bout)
Haha, he know
The rap Josephine Baker
Keep her wrist looking like strobe lights
When I bust my gun, niggas think I'm babylon (fer real)
Cause my rocks shine on jus' like dey sygon (boc boc boc boc..dun kno)
Deceptive cons
Deceptive nets
Fuck it
Who you with
Betta claim your sect
Caution walkin' on me might break your neck
I'm like water on the floor slippery when wet (for real)
Niggas wanna test me.. i doubt that
Automatic uzis, we about that (you dun kno!)
We gun you in the sun or the rain
Point blank range
Me and my bitch can squeeze about 6 (yea, yea)

[Hook: Tanya]
Last night i heard the screamin'
But it dont make no sense fi call the police (wah me seh)
Last night i head the shooting
But it dont make no sense fi call the police
Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight

[Lil' Kim :Verse 2]
I got lil kim dats
And fuck nigga hats
Where my bitches is at?
Where my bitches is at? (right here)
Be sure to tell them cats
To lick between ya laps
And when it's they turn, take a lil' nap
When dogs start barkin'
Throw they ass a snack
Pat 'em on they back
And that's that
It may sound rude
But I don't love you dudes
Tape you eatin' my pussy and throw you on the interlude (scene)
You think I give a fuck cause you paid for my food?
Put you out on the highway and make you strip nude, (hehe)
Then drive away in your car with your wallet
Thought I was sweet meat
Look what you done started [run dat]
You ain't know about the,"set it off queen bitch"
In the Porsche, license plate read,"filthy rich"
I spend money
Lend money
I play niggas with money
Matter fact I love money
And I never borrow
Even if the ones low
Cause if it cost ten, I give 'em 20 so I never owe (scene)
And other women can't stand the way I'm livin'
They not my problem
My main concern is Kim (is all about)

[Hook: Tanya]
Last night i heard the screamin'
But it dont make no sense, fi call the police (wah we seh)
Last night i heard the shooting
But it dont make no sense, fi call the police
Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight (murda! murda!)

[Lil' Kim :Verse 3]
As we pop the bub' up in the reggae club
DJ rock rub-a-dub jams by Beenie Man (scene)
Me sees P.Diddy and the fam
In the back by the rest rooms, shaking hands with the fans
Funny style cats bump us while we dance
You know a broke nigga always fucks up the plans
DJ switch the music to the Wu-tang clan
D-Rock hit himm in the face with the Saint Ives can
Security came through, broke it up, then he ran
Be back at the bar again
Laughin' and partyin'
Jerks showin off pullin 50s out they clothes (for real)
Please babe, bro we blow our nose with those ((you kno) dun kno)
Linen crushed out
Egyptian mushed out
Some boy lookin' shot in the party rushed out
My niggas, they surround me like the pope
You should've seen the shit, one big joke
And as usual, this cat with an afro
Snitchin' for no dough
Info to popo
Fuckin' dodo
Silly like the time I got you watched
I hate cowards
Ya'll suckas needa blow cock (for real {scene})

[Hook: (Tanya, speaking in background)]
Last night i heard the screamin'
But it dont make no sense, fi call the police (wah me seh)
Last night i heard the shooting
But it dont make no sense, fi call the police
Murda some bwoi ah go get tonight
**************************************************
Real Sick[Hook: Lil' Kim, Jadakiss & The Notorious B.I.G.]
(Real sick) [x8] (Ha-ha! Uh)
Lil' Kim is (Phenomenal) (Uh)
Queen Bee (Real sick) (Phenomenal)
(Real sick) [x5] (Phenomenal)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's Lil' Kim, the one they all love and hate
The Queen's back bitches, regurgitate
I got these hoes real sick like a stomach ache
Blue-faced Rollies, animals on my vertebrae
We out the country, nah we don't do States
Married to the game, nah we don't do dates
I'm eatin' good, but I gotta watch my weight
Fourteen carats in my salad gold plate (Ha-ha-ha)
I treat the track like a bedpan
I got ill thoughts, need a head scan
Got that old money, like the Bread Man
That's why these bitches all rotten like a dead man
From London to Italy, Romania to France
I'm diplomat status, check the passport stamps
You hoes is pathetic, faker than prosthetics
Somebody call the paramedics

[Hook: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got these hoes (Real sick)
Cause the flow (Real sick)
They at the show (Real sick)
Front row (Real sick)
Queen Bee (Real sick)
Lil' Kim is (Phenomenal)
The ass (Real sick)
And the pussy's (Phenomenal)
The swag (Real sick)
Birkin bag (Real sick) (Uh)
Jimmy Choos (Real sick) (D-block)
Bentley coupes (Real sick) (L-O-X)
Queen Bee (Real sick) (Ha-ha!)
Lil' Kim is (Phenomenal) (Uh. Yeah. Yo.)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
No fake shit, permanent realness
The minute that you feel this, it's terminal illness
Incurable, they ain't able to heal this
All I ever try to do is give you the real 'Kiss (Muah!)
Let it off then we fleeing the scene
They ain't see us but they heard that it was me and the Queen
I got this Tom Ford shit on, and she in McQueen
Think I'm going colorblind, all I see is the green
Ain't worth counting if it ain't done properly
House on the mountain, V12's on the property
Cup full of drink, big Dutch full of broccoli
Cancer on the track, even Dre can't doctor me
No penicillin, no antibiotic
Just the Purple Haze, lil' something exotic
Booth or the barrel, quicker to the cabbage
Al-Qaeda Jada, sicker than your average

[Hook: Jadakiss & The Notorious B.I.G.]
And you know I'm (Real sick)
Chain got 'em (Real sick)
Game got 'em (Real sick)
My name got 'em (Real sick)
I been had 'em (Real sick)
Cause my bars is (Phenomenal)
Yeah (Real sick)
Nothing like y'all I'm (Phenomenal)
And you know I'm (Real sick)
Chain got 'em (Real sick)
Game got 'em (Real sick)
My name got 'em (Real sick)
I been had 'em (Real sick)
Cause my bars is (Phenomenal)
**************************************************
Champagne Poppin’[Intro: Lil Kim, (Big Mike)]
Kimmy Blanco, Wiz Khalifa
(New Lil' Kim, Wiz Khalifa
This right here's called Poppin' Champagne)
{Y'all already know what it is man}
(Oh yeah)
It's tax season (Black Friday bitch)
Uhuh {Taylor Gang}, I.R.S
You are now rocking with the best, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Kim}
Keep the champagne coming all night, that's my motto
To everybody in the crowd got they own bottle
Nails done, hair done, manicured toes
They still on them pink bottles, we on that ice roll
Yeah, that's that new shit
Bottles all white, like Obama's crib
And they still talking old gold
I just netted half a mil' from some old gold
Ralph Lauren Polo, that be the logo
Dom P, Ace of Spades, Veuve Cliquot
Champagne bath and a champagne glass
I piss champagne, that's my campaign ad
I.R.S we the M.V.P.s of the year
See them sparkles in the air, know they coming over here
We poppin' rosé, like it's Independence Day
Even though it's more bottles on the way

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I'ma need more champagne
Tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
We got a bar for every nigga that came with us
You got some broads, then bring 'em up
Grab a drink and get fucked up
Champagne
See them bottles of rosé when they think of us
We just all up in the club to spend paper up
What you hating for, get the waitress bruh
I'ma need --

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, and I'm still talkin' champagne
Good weed, bad bitches and airplanes
Niggas get extra like spare change
Leave ya bitch 'round my gang, then she fair game
Get so hot, you standing near a flame
20 thousand on my wrist, 50 on my chain
Club owners mad we drinkin' all the rosé
And niggas hate but I just go off what the hoes say
He a skinny nigga, but he do it big
Yeah it's lookin' like a movie but it's how I live
Young boss, Taylor Gang general
Drinkin' out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial
And my bad bitch look like a centrefold
Cook like a chef, smoke like it's medicinal
Smell the engine burnin', you hear my tyres murk
We be poppin' corks like fireworks
(I'ma need more champagne)
VIP is full of red bottles
In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho
Ounces full of kush, bottles full of Moët
See me in my yellow car, she got so wet
Used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes
Quit fuckin' with her nigga, he was so lame
Says she love the taste, but she don't know the name
Drinkin' by the case, I gon' need you to bring (more champagne)
I'm with my goons gettin' liquored up
Make this money then blow it, like I don't give a fuck
Show up to the club, they brought them bottles out
You gettin' paper, you should know just what I'm talkin' 'bout
Uh, I live the life you write a song about
Bitches think I'm famous, favours come in large amounts
Standing on the table, standing on the couch
Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I'ma need more champagne
Tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up
We got a bar for every nigga that came with us
You got some broads, then bring 'em up
Grab a drink and get fucked up
Champagne
See them bottles of rosé when they think of us
We just all up in the club to spend paper up
What you hating for, get the waitress bruh
I'ma need more champagne
**************************************************
Kronik[Snoop Dogg]
Aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg
Why don'tcha blaze up some of that
Sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY!

(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man)
(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me)
(Somebody help me, please!)
{*somebody, somebody please*}

[Lil' Kim]
Tell you why I'm so damn fly
One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH
Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy)
Come and get yo' head right (nigga)
He's an addict of my pillow talk
Hourglass body and my runway walk
I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy
See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai
He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright
Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light
Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo'
Get you higher than a jar of that {??}

[Hook - Snoop singing w/ help]
Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic)
{*shit's the chronic baby*}
Like a strawberry bag of weed
{*like a strawberry, bag of weed I*}
One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW!
Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep
{*she'll put yo' ass to sleep*}
{*ahh, na na*}

[Lil' Kim]
My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page
He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze
Pretty girl keep him home for days
Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple
Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky
Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies
Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness
I put the red light district out of business
They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal
I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel
Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake
That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache
Who's that peepin in my window
Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo
This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit
I'm the hottest product out on the market

[Hook] w/ different ad libs

[Hook Two - same people]
I'm addicted to the chronic
{*said I'm addicted to it, baby*}
Baby girl what'cha doin to me
{*what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me*}
Ain't nothin like the chronic
{*ain't nothin like it nah nah nah*}
She'll put yo' ass to sleep
{*she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3*}

[Lil' Kim]
I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice
Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price
Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice
Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim
Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns
Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend
Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard
Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl)
Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah
De ganja, sensi-milla
Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya
I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush
The chronic nigga

[Hook] w/ all new ad libs

[Hook Two] w/ new ad libs

[Ad libs to fade]
**************************************************
I Did It for Brooklyn[Intro: Maino]
Yeah!
Don Corleone, Mad Cheetah!
They can't fuck with that!
When I come through niggas be like "Is that God?!"

[Pre-Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
I parked a Wraith on the sidewalk - did it for Brooklyn!
That AR getting let off - did it for Brooklyn!
Givenchy off of gift cards - did it for Brooklyn!
In any city I rep hard - did it for Brooklyn!

[Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for BK!
Did it for Kings County
All of the PJ's!
Did it for Brooklyn

[Verse 1: Maino]
Did it for Gates Ave
Did it for Nostrand
How about the white Lam?
Leave it on Fulton
Shout out to Fort Greene
What up to Crown Heights
My bitch went to Barney's
Killed it with one swipe
Shout out to Lafayette Gardens
I did it for Marcy and Tompkins
Shit'll get real if you in the Ville
[?] Killing and robbing
Pulled up on Patchen in a new Aston
Parked it in front of the store
Jumped out with one of the Braxtons
Hustle for dear life
Niggas that's like us
Get money and get fly
Blow it in Club Lust
Balling I can't help it
Wheelie with no helmet
All of my niggas felt it
Came for the crown and held it

[Pre-Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
Treat the Maybach like a Honda coupe - did it for Brooklyn!
Throwing hundreds up out the roof - did it for Brooklyn!
Birkin bag like a hundred large - did it for Brooklyn!
In any city I rep hard - did it for Brooklyn!

[Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for BK!
Did it for Kings County!
All of the PJ's!
Did it for Brooklyn!

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Bitch so bad motherfuckers wanna clone me
That shit cray
Pussy so good motherfuckers wanna own me
And that shit cray
I can see the hate through the Dita frames
And that shit shady
I know stand-up niggas in a wheelchair
Shout out my nigga A (A!)
Kim come through in that pink mink, pink pussy, pink hair
He said my ass like a five-star, restaurant he wanna eat there
First bitch in that GT, I did it for Brooklyn
Big named me Queen Bee, he did it for Brooklyn
I show love, I don't hate bitches
Make shoes out you snake bitches
Dress the same but we taste different
Protein, shake bitches
Blue Wraith up in the pink houses
These yellow diamonds ain't never cloudy
K.O.B. I keep kings around me
Only queen in the King's County

[Pre-Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
I parked a Wraith on the sidewalk - did it for Brooklyn!
That AR getting let off - did it for Brooklyn!
Birkin bag like a hundred large - did it for Brooklyn!
In any city I rep hard - did it for Brooklyn!

[Hook: Maino & Lil' Kim]
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for Brooklyn (did it for Brooklyn)
Did it for BK!
Did it for Kings County!
All of the PJ's!
Did it for Brooklyn!

All of the PJ's!
Did it for Brooklyn
**************************************************
Trendsetter[Intro]
(Slaphouse live)

[Pre-Hook]
I'm a trendsetter
I do what I want, I do what I like
I know you hate, you don't
Why you hatin' though?
Not good for your health
You mad that I'm up
Be mad at yourself

[Hook]
I'm trendin'
I'm settin' trends
Bitch, I'm settin' trends
I'm trendin'
I'm settin' trends
Bitch, I'm settin' trends

[Verse 1]
I'm trendin'
Aye, pushin' that Bentley like strollers
Yeah, holdin' the cup like coaster, roller
Yeah, poppin' this like I'm suppose to
All designer, baller, not payin' no coaches
Rate the focus
You haters is like cock-a-roaches
Hard to approach us
My necklace is gold dust
Boy, these Giuseppe's cost more
Than your note on your foreign
Me, just ballin'
Givenchy, my shirt and my shoes
And my bag and my wallet is blue, oooh

[Pre-Hook]
Trendsetter
I do what I want, I do what I like
I know you hate, you don't
Why you hatin' though?
Not good for your health
You mad that I'm up
Be mad at yourself

[Hook]
I'm trendin'
I'm settin' trends
Bitch, I'm settin' trends
I'm trendin'
I'm settin' trends
Bitch, I'm settin' trends

[Verse 2]
My scent is that Dolce, my scarf is Versace
It's by Donatella, my ring is the same
My skin is Nutella, it's vintage Chanel
All over my frame, judge is my game
My nigga, he eating me, I know he need an umbrella
Adventurous fella
He's going down, down underneath
Just like a cellar
My sneakers are Maison Margiela (what else?)
Countin' up like a bank teller (what else?)
Show me one bitch who do realer
Always catch me with gorillas
Pockets on sumo, no sit-ups
On my pussy he do chin-ups
Blanco, I'm raisin' the bar
Better high jump like Olympics

[Bridge]
(Aye, I'm settin' trends)
I'm trendin' (aye)
No album, no single (aye)
Just ya girl (settin' trend)

[Pre-Hook]
I'm a trendsetter
I do what I want, I do what I like
I know you hate, you don't
Why you hatin' though?
Not good for your health
You mad that I'm up
Be mad at yourself

[Hook]
I'm trendin'
I'm settin' trends
Bitch, I'm settin' trends
I'm trendin'
I'm settin' trends
Bitch, I'm settin' trends

[Outro: Diddy]
Ay, ay, so you mean to tell me
Ya'll niggas mad at us?
'Cause, 'cause we fly, nigga?
Fuck you mean, nigga?
We them trendsetters
That's all we do is set trends, fuck niggas
Ahahah, yeah
**************************************************
Nobody Do it Better Than Us* This was originally supposed to appear on "Notorious K.I.M."
But was only released promotionally as a single

[Lil' Kim]
This is it, this is the one
(That's what I'm talkin' about right here)
Yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one
(They ain't ready baby)
You ready? (No doubt)
Yeah me too (Let's do it)

If gettin' money is a crime then I confess
It ain't about money I could care less
I used to be a B now I'm a C breast
I get em hard you handle the rest
My music like heartburn burn your chest
Like a nigga stick the axe inside your backs
You be like "What the fuck was that shit!"
Gimme some more I love my fans
Gotta make em dance
Would I ever make a whack joint
Not a chance
Show my male friends call me M&M's
Cuz my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands
Just a bad girl always rockin' dimes
With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's
Purpose with the deadbeats
Usually spited by my Goldilocks
While first movin' flocks I'm movin' drops
Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range
Two of the same it ain't a thang pocket the change
Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame
Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game

1 - 	[Lil' Kim Singing]
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us
Nobody do it better than us

Lil' Kim yeah everybody knows me
In a class by myself never where the ho's be
I just avoid where all my foes be
Cuz God damn muthafuckas is nosey
Wanna know what I'm wearing
What I'm drivin what I'm doin'
Where I hang out at who the fuck I'm screwin'
Damn I move way out to the boondocks
So I can have a little bit of privacy
You bought a tiny ass condo
Way across the water with a telescope
So you can spy on me
You clowns belong in the circus
Steady tryin' to hurt us
Tell me what's the purpose
They say I'm prejudice
The only presidents that I fuck with
Is the ones that's dead
Like the big heads
Never stingy with my Benji's
Got enough dough to buy the West Indies
Invest in Fendi's own Laurendi's
Start my own doll like Mark & Mindy's
Free all my niggas from the penitentiary
Yea keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century

Repeat 1

You got a 5 and I got a 6
Back it up
What's wrong with this picture nigga
Pack it up
I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh)
Yours is big but mines is bigga
Cuz the Benji's is what it's all about
Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about
If my shoes cost more than your car
Ha don't expect to get far
You the kinda nigga that like to plot
Call your friends tell em that you hit the jackpot
I keep razors in my bras
For all you womanizers
That's how much I despise it's up
I don't get it I ain't wit it
Can't see how other woman did it
Niggas screamin' gimme
Can't get a penny
Yea I got plenty
But you ain't got any?
Now picture me takin' my  hard earned money
Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy
All he gon' do is spend it on another honey
I say let the nigga stay bummy
I don't need a nigga I jerks it out
Take it old school and smurf it out
Give me a B and I'll merk it out
Niggas know QB gon' work it out

Repeat 1

Nobody
As we proceed to give you what you need
In 2000 baby
And we rock on and on
All hail the Queen
All hail the King
BIG forever and we won't stop
**************************************************
The Jump Off (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa!
(Yo', it's goin' down now)
Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the remix
Lil' Kim, Mr. Cheeks, M-O-B mix
Pump the Jag, come through in the V6
By the end of the night, I'm in the G5th
All we wanna do is dance
The way I eat tracks, call me Ms. Pac-Man
And if the fans don't fit in the minivan
Murk out in somebody's Sedan
You thought the Sprite can was off the meter
Imagine what I'd do with a two litre
You see my nipples gettin' hard through the wife beater
Fuck the tele, we can do this in the two-seater
Got every color diamond in the cross
I ain't scared to crossover, ya'll niggas is soft
My man follow me everywhere of course
To hear my theme music, muthafuckin' "The Jump Off"

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
(It's the Jump Off)
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
(It's the Jump Off)

[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]
Ayo, I do it no other way but the live way
Hoppin' in my truck, brand new Porsche in driveway
How I'm livin', ball out 'til I fall out
Brawl out, bitch niggas we call out
I run with a mean pack, sticky green jack
Mobb Deep and 'em, we fam, got the Queen back
Peep the situation, the jump is jumpin' off
I'm on the low in the cut touchin' somethin' soft
Ain't nothin' like it, sex, weed and cash
I love gettin' smashed, I love hittin' ass
Floss back, smells good and toes out
Bought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes out
Every spot we go in, it blows out
Queen Bee got hot shit, yeah no doubt
Listen, we keep it poppin' in here
Ain't no stoppin' in here

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Havoc]
It's the Jump Off remix with Mobb up on it
Since Quiet Storms niggas had them blocks, had them corners
Them Glocks, them revolvers, them problem solvers
Niggas fallin' in love with these hoes and fallin'
Yo', this is Havoc talkin' to a professional nigga
Talkin' 'bout guns, though he just ain't credible
Come to sets with Lex and the duke
And here's the catch, if you never had that itch
You won't squeeze for the scratch
You know how many in the hood bleedin' for that
While you talkin' out your ass and are weak with the tech
Lil' Kim is still that bitch
Burn everything I love, let a nigga stunt on me and the grub
We hide up in back of the club, you know we got a mint
Somethin' to make a shotie look like a Snub
Shorty if you ain't jumpin' it off, the fuck out
The last ain't you ain't leave, buggin' the fuck out

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Prodigy]
My whole life is one party with millions of jump offs
And Bunsy called before a nigga jump off
Niggas wife be the next man jumped on
She pissed at you, the man has some fault
All she wanna do is feel loose
And free to be herself, we fuck like animals
There's a celebrity orgy at the crib
Call Kim and the mo'fuckin' Beehive crew
They got the whole bar and me armied
Too much pussy, nigga be drunk of punnani
A Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it poppin'
Gun fire couldn't stop us from rockin'
Certain niggas can't live they life
They can't party with us, 'cause they scared of they own kind
We in the jump off everytime
Like eight or nine deep with them things and the whole nine

[Chorus]

[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
It's jumpin' off like that now
Queen Bee, she back now
Yo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks
Ayo it's goin' down like this man
The party's jumpin' off
The G-Mix, the G-Mix
**************************************************
Whenever You See Me[Pre Chorus: Lil Kim]
Uh, Yo Yo Yo, Yeah
One time (IRS), Two time (Money Team)
You know what  it is (yeah)

[Hook: Lil Kim]
Whenever you see me
I'm in the coupe wit' the windows down
Looking kinda breezy
Each of my wrists like a hundred thou'
I make it look easy
Watch the Pirellis go round and round
That's why they feel me
On the strength of how I gets down
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
I'm gonna find you, and take it slowly

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
You know I move in silence like them gangstas taught me
Put money on the table, pass the pepper and salt please
Moving too fast, take it slow like R&B
But aren't I resisting things out on South Beach
Blanco, Kimmy B, Urs, the same thing
Ain't shit change, going hard for the whole team
Got niggas on my line, I ain't hanging no clothing
A bitch been crack, just living this dope dream
I'm talking 'bout Bulgari on the charm, Piguet on the arm
Limited edition Giuseppes
You know I got the shooters from the turf that'll pop you like Percs
I suggest you muhfuckas don't test me
Wanna eat me out, can he pay all my bills?
Foreign G-Wagon in the house on Nut Hills
Put this pussy on you like the sun in the morning
Beat it up, beat it up, up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cassidy]
The money coming in, I been having a good year
I wear Prada, Balenciaga the footwear
If I'm in the building then you know that the hood there
I'm spitting fire till I retire like Goodyear
Pocket full of chicken, getting that poultry
Got niggas mad cause I'm in my bag like groceries
My team wild, better watch how you approach me
I get a OG to punch you right in your gold teeth
Yo, I'm wit' my girl Kim, girlfriend go harder than grown men
She bad wit' a Hermes bag bringing the chrome in
I go hard but I make it look easy
Whenever you see me, I'm ballin' like CP3

[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Kim]
You can't run away, yeah
From the truth, oh no no, baby, yeah baby
It's gonna catch up to you one day
Kim and Cassidy
We got these streets lit baby, yeah baby
We run shit from Brooklyn to Philly
**************************************************
Miseducation of Queen Bee[Intro]
Yo, yo yo
Blooood fire
Mis-Education of Queen Bee
Shout out to my girl Lauren
Yo, yo

[Pre Verse]
It's funny how money change the situation
You can talk greasy on the radio station
They hatin' cuz I'm the creation
My song spun in heavy rotation
Some wan' play Queen Bee like she dumb
I burn rappers like tannin' under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I'm the first lady there's no comparison
Since the trail I've tried to avoid violence
But if they come test we run for me gun

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
It's funny how money change the situation
You can talk greasy on the radio station
They hatin' cuz I'm the creation
My song spun in heavy rotation
Some wan' play Queen Bee like she dumb
I burn rappers like tannin' under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I'm the first lady there's no comparison
Since the trail I've tried to avoid violence
But if they come test we run for me gun
Let the Bee buzz if you don't wanna get stung
Kim been this way since, day one
I fear none but my status will scare some
Haters keep makin' false accusations
Always got my name in they conversation
Disloyal fools I'm still the champion

[Hook]
You might win some but you just lost one (x9)

[Verse 2]
Now my attitude's turned cold
Girls sell they soul just to have my flow
Like Keyshia Cole they just need to let it go
The game to be sold and not to be told
Wisdom I hold 'til the youth gets old
To the hopeless now I'm on Hope Road
Dudes floss cash and they know they in debt
Never play the ho, Queen Bee be the pimp
Can't slick talk I done heard that shit
Can't lie to a liar I reverse that shit
I run the club called the Players Residence
I'm not only a client, I'm the president
Did the crime, now the time you can't handle it
But ima play it out to it's full out extent
I came from the Stuy project tenement
Style wild like a child off punishment
About me everyone got opinions
A lot of rap chicks but I'm still number one
Must be prepared cos the rain soon come
You might win some but you just lost one

[Hook]
You might win some but you just lost one (x5)
**************************************************
Chinatown[Lil' Kim]
Yeah How many hitters can stand the rain
(Queen Bee Entertainment I'm runnin shit now)
This is only a test
La la la la la
(What We told you it was commin)
La la la La la la la la
(We in front of the scenes
And in back of the scenes
So what you gon do now)
La la la

[Lil' Kim]
Bitches wanna front on me
But know not to come to me
I keep ten Glocks
Ten rotts up in front of me (grr)
Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin)
Like they sayin sumin (Sayin sumin)
I gets my bark on like I'm DMX or somethin (What)
My reach is like Louis stiff eighty-four
Yours is like Evander seventy-seven slow
Thanks to Taebo
I'm thirty two and O
When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out
Two for five spots
I tear the rocks out
Pop the tops out then clear the spot out (Yea outta here)
Nigga or bitch you don't want no problems (Fuckin assholes)
My revolver is a quick problem solver
Don't never think I'm slippin (Why)
Bitch I ain't dumb
I carry a stun gun inside of my hair bun
Hatin ass niggas
I treat you like a bitch
Strap on a fake dick and stick you where you shit
I got warriors that's three time felons
Leave ya body swellin
Leakin from ya melon
And it ain't no tellin when the bodies start smellin
Somebody took the story and sold it to Helen Kelly
The guns and thing you sing about bring em out
Like I thought y'all havin a gun drought
I'm a millionaire
I ain't rhymin for the cash
I'ma relax and let my niggas get in ya ass

[Banger]
All ya'll niggas is narrow straight parrel
Nigga like Banger make you swallow the barrel
(Swallow it)
Criminal I ain't tryna battle
(Neva dat) on a ground or gravel
Through four make the hollows travel

[Bristal]
I got Montana nines more tangled lines
Who wanna wine and dine with Bris get in line
I fight like I rhyme niggas thirsty to shine
Can't jack mine
I'm one of a kind

[Banger]
Die slow y'all niggas is dust like pyro
You sleep with your eyes close
Might as well be blind fold
See how much my nine hold blast my one
Dos tres to the cuatro cinco
Reload bitch

[Bristal]
How you want it
Head or gut
You soft like baby butt (I like that)
When these Brooklyn niggas come threw
Their jewels they tuck
For what
Intimidated how we hop out the truck
Or the S type Jag
Y'all niggas straight fag

[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch

[Lil' Kim]
This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses

[Lil' Cease]
I ain't gotta tell y'all niggas where I'm from
I ain't never tell no bitch when I cum
I'm far from a lame you will never see me run
You know how we do it beef jump into it
M.A.F.I.A.'s the gang max out the squadron
Nine millimeter team
Mack 11 mobs men
Who said we ain't rich
Kim's bling cost a fortune
Queen Bee niggas shootin anything crawlin
From now on it's on when I catch you niggas snorin
Any fresh event you can bet niggas sportin
Betta leave town catch a flight in the mornin
Get the cold out ya eyes somebody bout to die
Three niggas got beef three niggas got to go
Hit em all in the row like tic tac toe
Where you start is where you finish at
Show y'all the meanin of fam
Remember dat

[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
This is for my niggas who ain't never have shit
Ridin round town with gun in masses
Copped out the ten years but only had six
All the ghetto hoods with only one bad bitch

[Lil' Kim]
This is for my bitches who ain't never have shit
Settin niggas up for all they stashes
Love cats with Roleys and Carti glasses
Nasty hoes who take it in they asses
**************************************************
Keys to the City[Hook]
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City

[Lil Kim]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uhhhhh
A boss bitch, work from home and she able
It's like Surgery Operations on the table
Cut it, cook it, bring it back
Flip it
Bring it back
Better have my money, if you don't nigga bring it back!
They puttin' orders in, with my Subordonates
Cause I got that uncut and I ain't never shortenin'
LOCK SMITH! I lock these hoes out really!
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City!
Bricks under-aged, I get'em under 20
And they ain't never growin' up, Peter Pan Wendy!
I got the fairy dust bitch!
I can make you fly, or at least believe it like R. Kelly when he high!
So don't disturb momma in the kitchen
Chefin' up the powder we gon' eat off what I'm mixing!
Me and them bird bitches don't mix in
That's why I went to jail for not snitching!

[Hook]
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
I'm the only nigga with the Keys ino The City
I'm the only nigga, I-I,I'm the ony nigga
I-I, I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City

[Young Jeezy]
Youre the only nigga with the keys in the city
Bitches on you dog like some fleas in the city
Burn in ham, but the go to villain
In the club with this yellow gold chain
Bet you niggas never seen a yellow gold rains
Make a couplethrow some ds in that bitch
Make the mama say
Then go for 3 o nigga holler at a player
.. holler at the mayor, smoke nigga, ask the valee
Strapped up, fucked up
With the 40 cal Im a smooth operator
Ain't no question, Im a tool operator
What you know about the key stack, far as you can see
If a nigga die tonight, name the project after me

I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
I'm the only nigga, I-I,I'm the only nigga
I-I, I'm the only nigga with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City

[Lil Kim]
Uh, Uh, Uhhh
Uh, I got the keys like Swizzy!
I'mma bout to flood the whole ci-ty!
It's Kimmy Blanco, black widow
Whip It, Whip It real hard like a young willow
Quick to break a bitch down like a fuckin' Kilo!
Bout to shut down "The Carter" like I'm fuckin' Nino!
I'm Universal bitch
I distribute the shit!
I never flop but I throw a couple bricks
This that Columbian Godmother shit
Get a nigga clipped faster than a "bluntpiff"!
Sprinkle ashes on your corps!
You a worker tryin' go against the BOSS!
I got that cocaine flow like Griselda
Every sentence I speak is Paraphernalia!
I'm countin' money like a bank tella
The girl stay flyer than hellacopta' propellas'!

[Hook]
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
I'm the only bitch, I-I,I'm the only bitch
I-I, I'm the only bitch with the Keys in The City
**************************************************
Cheatin’[Intro: Big Mike]
Kimmy Blanco, What's up baby?
CT got your back, you know what it is
Shout out to the whole Tri-State
Shout out to all the websites, shout out to all the blogs
Shout out to all the radio stations
Most of all, shout out to the streets

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It was love at first sight, everthing was right
I didn't know, him had another life with a kid and wife
And he bought me a ring and he bought us both the same cars
What started out as a simple love affair
Ended with someone inside an electric chair
And the same man that she was in love with's now in love with me
I didn't mean to hurt her, could've been somebody's mom
But she took his heart when, she pulled out that gun
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down

[Hook: Rihanna]
Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
In central station

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
I can't imagine what I'd do if I was in her show
'Cause if he did this to me, I'd probably kill him too
'Cause if he played me for a fool, I'd probably lose my cool
And reach for my firearm
I wish she didn't lay him down
But it's too late to turn back now
Don't know what she was thinking
But I know what she was feeling
And now he's no longer around
I didn't mean to hurt him, could've been somebody's son
But she took his heart when, she pulled out that gun
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down

[Hook: Rihanna]
Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
But hear me now

[Bridge: Lil Kim]
I never thought she'd do it
I never thought she'd do it
I never thought she'd do it
Oh gosh
Why ever do she do it?
Why ever do she do it?
Why ever do she do it?
Why do she pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger? Boom!
And end this, end this life so soon
Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger, boom
Now what you gon' do? Me say, what you gon' do?
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam
Me say one man down, oh god
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam
Me say one man down
Now you are a criminal, criminal, criminal
Yes you are a criminal, criminal, criminal
Yes now somebody hold the gun, whilst she run out of town
Before it be another: one man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down
Ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, ram pa-pa-pam, man down

[Hook: Rihanna]
Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
In central station, in front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down
In central station
**************************************************
It Ain’t My Fault[Lil Kim]
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit
Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in love with that big shit
You an imitation, I'm that real shit
Y'all just playin the greatest like Will Smith
I kill 'em with kindness, blow a lil kiss
Look like you gotta weak bladder, you a lil pissed
Uh, but it ain't my fault, the queen never left
I don't know what y'all thought
Right back to ballin'
Gettin' money is sport
And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court
New York, it ain't New York
Go on show off, drop the top on that Porsche
If everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
Then you get it like a boss
No matter what it cost

Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit
Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in love with that big shit
But it ain't my fault, the queen never left
I don't know what y'all thought
Right back to ballin'
Gettin' money is sport
And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court

A lot of rappers act big with they lil hit
They overdoin' it more than a lil bit
Impress me, take more than a lil chips
Big things poppin' go 'head with that lil shit
Uh, I'm throwin' money in the crowd
The way I make it rain
Make ya fuck around and drown
Now them leaches ain't around
I'm better off alone
Got rid of the dead weight, like Star Jones
Sleepin on Kim
Y'all better wake up
I'm shinin' on y'all like I just opened the drapes up
Wishin' on a star but ya never get lucky
Me and Sha Money gotta rap like a mummy

[ShaMoney]
ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal

Even though you got the kind of body niggas kill for
As I think about it, damn i hate to see you go
I tell you from the start you gotta know your part
You can't miss me at night, I glow in the dark
Look baby, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
Young, fly nigga shades on like Bret Hart
ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
I don't need a super woman, I just need a lil more
Lil cris, lil haze, and a lil dro
And I'm cooler than an A/C breeze
Still stomp a nigga out in my ACGs
Still run up in ya crib through that ADT
ASAP where that money at
If I don't do nothing, I'ma ball
I'ma go and get that duffle bag
I ain't never ran from a nigga, I ain't a runnin' back
Mike Vick ya dog, ya better muzzle that
Dang nigga, you soak a nigga like a bubble bath
You don't want none of that
We be on that bullshit
Still gettin' money man I'm good like I'm hood rich
Walk around on that "wish a nigga would" shit
Me and Queen Bee need more than a lil bit

[Lil Kim]
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit
Go 'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in love with that big shit
But it ain't my fault, the queen never left
I don't know what y'all thought
Right back to ballin'
Gettin' money is sport
And i always tell the truth even when I'm in court

[ShaMoney]
ShaMoney gets more than a lil dome
Quick to tell a bitch go and kick it like a field goal
Even though you got the kind of body niggas kill for
As I think about it, damn i hate to see you go
I tell you from the start you gotta know your part
You can't miss me at night, I glow in the dark
Look baby, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
Young, fly nigga shades on like Bret Hart
**************************************************
Get Yours[Hook]
Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggas for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours
Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?
Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours

[Lil' Kim]
Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Readin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em
Play all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it like me?
In designer outfits, while sellin the tag
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag
Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypass
Bitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cash
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass
Number one rule, think B.I.G
50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C
[Hook]

[Sha-Dash]
Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know
The boy who stay hot when his jewels is so cold
Killer screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall
Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, 'til niggas threw it up
Cruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car
You been with a chump pah; like Ashton
Was the first one to "Punk" y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off
It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for
Family and friends be the only ones missin boy
Sayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin for
Maybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours?

[Hook]

[T.I.]
You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin on the shit, wanna let the burner spit
Get bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shit
Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
40 cal's and 45 Glocks, I don't like nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten niggas lifeline
I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttime
Grand Hustle bitch and I ain't settle for the last time
Other niggas settle down cause I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'mma blast, I don't flash mine
You niggas livin check to check but I don't cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine
Been goin easy on you rappers I'mma mash now
Niggas throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

[Hook]
**************************************************
Wanna Lick (Magic Stick Pt. 2)[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Tonight's the night shorty you'll never forget this
I dim the lights, I get it right, I'm like a pimp sick
Down on the bed, I make the clothes disappear quick
I see through her (?) La Perla pretty clear kid
I'm turned on now I really wanna hit, kiss
Her neck and nibble 'til I'm way down on her waist kid
Man she's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off
When she come in with a friend, I'm like "Take it off!"
I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch
That don't mean I'm runnin' 'round buyin' chicks shit
You see the chrome doubt be shinin' on my new six
My pinky ring, my neck, my ears and my wrist lit
I like the ice I'm pretty nice on the dice trip
Twice in a row you know, I got to get the dough
My confidence is high, I know I could hit a lick
My g's pretty good, I know I could get the bitch

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress
But if you ain't spendin' that dough your gettin' dismissed
That mean you gotta keep me laced like a seamstress
You can't expect nothin' less from the Queen Bitch
My doggy style make you wanna jump on that (BO!)
Just like a dog on that chase for the kitty kat (BO!)
Man he's a freak, I'm a freak I be freakin' off (BO!)
He pour the honey on me, and then he clean me off (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
I take his breath away, Kim leave 'em speechless
I'm so wet, I'll have a nigga feelin' sea sick
He in the streets all day but it's alright
'Cause he'll be back tonight, and then the next night
And then the next night, because the sex tight
I'll be his Advil, I gotta keep his head right
He outta town and he fiendin' for me every night
He's so addicted sendin' for me on the next flight

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & 50 Cent]
You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
You know you want me you probably wanna kiss this (BO!)
Act like it's christmas and put me on your wish list (BO!)
When it go down I'm a help you blow your whiskers (BO!)
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
You know you want me you probably wanna lick this (BO!)
Girl I'm a treat everyday you can't get this (BO!)
I'm busy man I be handlin' my business (BO!)
But we can get our freak on some quick shit (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
**************************************************
I Am Not the OneEverybody wanna talk about Kim
But ain’t nothing soft about Kim
Everything you walk about Kim
Through all that I’ve been
Picture me being broke and I can auction my pen, please
I ain’t never worry about hens, they worry about me
But I ain’t worry about them
I’d rather see them coughing up phlegm
Off with they heads, guillotine Kim so it’s off with they limbs

Why pop cork with my men
When I was up north in the pen, my fans wrote me
They said queen keep doing ya thing write songs so we can quote thee
The rest of ya'll we
See our downfall, so I don’t come around y’all
Now I’m beyond rich, the spittin magician poof be gone bitch

Bitch couldn’t walk a mile in my Louboutins
Me against you that’s asinine
QB bout the bomb, Taliban
Coming through the north trench, caliban
Bitch you was just a child of mine and im casey I'mma get off scott free
Sipping don pee on palm beach
Original OG, my alonski
Break bread with the IRS family

While these jamie hoes tryna get fancy
I live the life of a queen I’m royalty bitch
Bow down kiss the ring
Money, power, respect is the song I sing
All I see is dollar signs, all I hear is cha ching
Bow into your fears have u staring at a long gun
Didn’t realize you fucked with the wrong one
**************************************************
Need A Bitch[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Who the flyest bitch in the game? (Lil' Kim)
Who be the baddest bitch alive? (Lil' Kim)
Who the sexiest chick around? (Lil' Kim)
What gangsta bitch, who ain't gon' ride? (Lil' Kim)
This for my pimps and my hoes
When they's in the Maybach, Bentley or the Rolls
I asked my nigga Nate Dogg
Outta all the ladies, why he chose the Queen Bee
And this is what he said y'all:

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
I need me a bitch, with some big old thighs
I need me a fine ass motherfucking bitch, with some pretty ass eyes
I need me a bitch, like I need some hash
I need me a bitch, so I can floss that ho, and make my ex mad
I need me a bitch, ain't no need to lie
I need me a bitch, so when I do some dirt, she be my alibi
I need me a bitch, like a need a 6-4
I need me a bitch, that'll shine my rims up and open my door
I need me a bitch, who is all of that
Cos I'm a fly ass motherfucking nigga who was born to mac
I need me a bitch, like never before
I need me a bitch, and I couldn't care less if the bitches yawn
I need me a bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
All eyes on the Queen, when I'm walking past
I'm in the Fendi mini-skirt, shakin' my ass
In slow motion for ya, slow motion for ya
I'm working that back daddy, how you like that daddy
Honeygirl Lil' Kim with the mac Nate Dogg
Reppin 3-1-0 to the 7-1-8 y'all
That'll have a Queen on your arm if you could
Take them wings off the Bentley, and put me of the hood
Oh, I'm what niggas want, I got what niggas need
I keep my coochi in Gucci, and you best belive
Get it on anywhere, no matter I'm looking
Sophisticated, I'm sexual so

[Pre-Hook: Lil' Kim]
I need me a trick, that's filty rich
I need me a fine ass motherfucking nigga with a big ass --
Cus I'm that (bitch)

[Hook: Nate Dogg]
I--- I need me a bitch
I--- I need me a bitch, who ain't hard to please
I need me a fine ass motherfucking bitch with some start up knees
I need me a bitch, who ain't scared to flirt
I need me a bitch, in the middle of the grocery store, so lift up her skirt
I need me a bitch, like I need my crew
I need me a bitch, a bitch, to pass on to my boys soon as I get through
I need me a bitch, this I can't deny (I can't deny)
I need me a bitch, I love when she wildin' out, cos she still look fine
I need me a bitch, and a Coupe de Ville
I need me a bitch, a car with a big back seat, so I can make her squeal
I need me a bitch, like a need a drnk
Who can hold her breath real good, it's either swim or sink
Bitch
I--- need a bitch
I--- need a bitch
I--- need a bitch
**************************************************
Knock ’Em Out The Box[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I'm bout to fuck this track get the KY jelly
I'm pluck you haters nerves like a game of skelly
Yeah I might screw Nelly in the back of the deli
And y'all say the Queen don't keep it gully
She want him home by one, he ain't showing tonight
I guess ol' girl ain't throwing it right
Down down baby on the first lady
Before he bust, I'm slidin off to Slim Shady
Dear Eminem, you just don't understand
I want to melt in your mouth and not in your hands!
Your accent make me horny, you got hits
So peep the remix: your bum is on my tits
Usher, you ain't got to call
Have you singing 'U Remind Me' to a blow up doll
I'm into sports, mostly basketball
I be like, "Ohh" when they take it to the hole
Picture me the coach of the New York Knicks
Getting head from Sprewell, choke on this!
Sixty-nine's the position I can't resist
I'm that blunt in Snoop's mouth, smoke on this
From Chris Webber to Vince Carter, who get in the best
Competing for the Queen like a dunking contest
Yo, J to A.I., when you in Bedstuy
Make sure you holla at the K.I

[Chorus: Method Man]
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch
It's time I show 'em what a bitch is all about, bitch
A keep it movin', keep them bitches out my mouth, bitch
From the east, to the west and dirty south, bitch
Knock 'em out the box, bitch, knock 'em out, bitch

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
For a million dollars a head, I'll fuck all of Cash Money
Back that thang up like a Playboy bunny
Bling bling, every time Baby hit the booty, bling bling
And Lil' Wayne run up in the cootie, ching ching
Juve' and the rest of the crew, the same thing
Hahaha, I cracks myself up
I know I talk shit, but I can back myself up
Can't believe the words I'm spittin'
Zab, I'm from Brooklyn, that's a no brainer
Why the fuck you ain't call me to be ya personal trainer
I'm just fucking with you, don't get mad, and try to spazz
Or I'll have to call that nigga Kostya Tszyu on your ass
Tyson, Sugar Shane, you boxers turn me on
Hope your dick's like your money be... real long
Just 'cuz I'm a freak and talk dirty in my songs
This pussy ain't for free, now that's where you're wrong
I take Tank to the bank, before his career sank
For me to sex him, I need about 17 drinks
Like The Artist said, I'm a sexy muthafucka
Tryna make a Rush Hour 3 porno with Chris Tucker
What about Musiq Soulchild, man I'd rather suck Bilal
And have an orgy with the whole Where Brother Art Thou
Jagged Edge, 112, N'Sync, is on
Get my hands on Justin and Britney Spears is GONE
**************************************************
Rock On Wit Yo Bad Self[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I rock on with my bad self cuz it's a must
Kim blow past hoes tell 'em 'Eat my dust'
Cuz um, I gets busy with my bad ass
Straight from Brook-lawn, Vietnam, Baghdad
Cuz I'mma get you high like that stick-icky one time
One verse from the Queen is like sniffin' a line
Higher than a fever, ya best believe her
This young viva senorita flow tighter than a two-seater
Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' these haters like a waitress
Back to the basics
I got the game in a chokehold, better take a No-Doze
Sleepin' on Kim is a no-no (UGH)
The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E
I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me
I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style
Can't take the pain here's a Motrin child
You already know it's Ms. G.O.A.T
Numero U-N-O, now here we go

[Hook: Lil Kim]
I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)
I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)

[Verse 2: Lil Kim]
Think ya hotter than me? YALL STUPID
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the UNDISPUTED
Lyrical champion, dough I stack it
My verse crazy I write with stray jackets
You can't hack it, some try to backstab
I drive by them haters while they try to flag cabs
Hate to brag but fuck it why shouldn't I
'Gini with the top off, why wouldn't I
I was tought by the streets so how couldn't I
See right pass niggas like BIG's crooked eye
BOOM! BAM! GOT DAYYMMM!
I'm hittin' so hard I be shakin' the land
KIM GET IT CRUNK
Like the speakers in ya trunk, got you feelin' drunk
Off the rhythm that I give 'em
Spit that venom, in 'em, honey girl be killin 'em
Yea, I put that on my unborn kids
Kim run this shit, man you know what it is

[Hook: Lil Kim]
I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)
I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much
But still I
(Rock on with ya bad self)
**************************************************
Shut Up Bitch IntroAh, Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?
It has come to my attention that you raggedy bitches always got a muthafucking
Opinion about somebody, what somebody shoulda been doing, what they
Shoulda been wearing, what they shoulda been doing with their motherfucking money
Why don't you get a muthafucking life, bitch?
You been raggedy since Lil' Kim first came out and your ass is still raggedy
That's why you got time to worry about what other muthafuckers is doing
It's queen B bitch. Not pawn, not rook, not knight. QUEEN
You ain't no muthafucking royalty
As a matter of fact, just do me a favor and shut up bitch. I don't even like bitches talking
Beh, wait, hold on - let me say something to you:
This is what you're doing, and this is what I need you to be doing...
See, watch, hold on..........
See, even I can do it, EVEN A PIMP CAN DO IT!
Did you see how I shut up? That's what the fuck you need to do and SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!
**************************************************
It’s Kim Bitches (Get That Money)[Intro]
Ya'll know who it is
NEW MONEY!
It's me, bitches

[Verse 1]
Back up on the scene, it's the microphone fiend
Fuck keepin' it clean, I'm keepin' it real green
(WARNING) She's hazardous, ghetto-fabulous
You can't see her with binoculars (You cannot see her dawg)
I'm keepin' it Holly-hood, out in Hollywood
Put ya lighters up if you rollin' that backwood (put 'em up, put 'em up!)
Once again it's on, your girl's back in the zone
Maybe it's the beat or the seven shots of Patron
Like Cypress Hill, I'm 'Insane In The Brain'
My niggas, clear the lane, I'm comin' to bring the pain (she comin')
Time for a change, ya'll all sound the same
Ya'll all makin' it rain, we makin' it hurricane
Like a good meal, I hit the spot
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
What you cowards forgot, is stayin' on top
I'm kinda like your album, it ain't never gon' drop
Y'all got gun, and they never gon' pop
You already know the motto, "Ain't Never Gon' Stop"
I'm always on that green light, tryna get my team right
Back to back 5-50s, that cream white
Red diamonds like a infrared beam light
My soldiers masked up like it's Halloween night
You know the apple-bottoms got the jeans fittin' tight
Marciano bra got the titties sittin' right
JT had a sexy track, but it's gon take Lil' Kim to bring sexy back
It's me the trendsetter, 24/7 Star sweater
24 karat gold on Astar leather, best thing since Donetella
We in the club and our table's bottled up like a wine cellar
Let's get this mozzarella, money is time fella
The Queen reign better get under my umbrella-ella-ella-aye-aye-aye
It's the Mafia La Bella-ella-ella, all day-aye, yeah
Kim still gutta mane
American Idol, before Ruben Studdard mane
My sex appeal make you stu-stu-stutter mane
My CD all in ya crib like brudda mane
I'm seasoned with all the right spices
I'm the whole pie, y'all just slices
I'm hotter than Tabasco sauce
When God make it rain. it's to cool me off

[Hook]
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money

[Verse 2]
Cause I'm 'bout to own the charts
When I pop my collar, man I'm extra heavy on the starch
Extra heavy on the wheels, extra heavy on the watch
Jewelry like Henny, extra heavy on the rocks
My dudes on the grind, extra heavy on the block
You know I like my men extra heavy with the guap
You lookin' for the dude leavin' the club in the Gallardo
I'm lookin' for the due leavin' in the helicopter
So we can toast, overlooking the coast
Just think about that, next time you flyin' coach
Yeah I came home, little meat on the thighs
I'm eye candy, real sweet on the eyes
Yeah I fucked with Nas, hypnotized B.I
Damn, they even thought I married Jay, like Blige
But nah, nah, Kim keep two steppin'
Two-fo'-seven, is what I'm reppin'
Lil' Kim for mayor, fuck with a real bitch
Queen Bee nigga, get with the real shit
You need a fix, I'm the one to holla at
Ya stocks went down, you can't get a dolla back
**************************************************
Stadium Music[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Yo! (It's over!)
I am, I see you!
This feel like stadium music, you feel me?
Yo!

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Hashtag CMG, we trending
Worldwide popularity, we getting it
And my goal 100 mill, I'm hitting it
Right now a nigga working with ten, I ain't sleeping
Uh, they went napping on a nigga (true)
Pull up in that Phantom like what's happening on a nigga
I'm selling lifestyle, what else, my Rollie iced out
They say I fucked the watch up, big head bezel
Nigga, I fucked the block up, put rims on a Phantom
Nigga, and fucked the car up, ha
Damn, but it's paid for
Get money, blow it, ain't that what it's made for, uh?
Fucking ask me for some money you a brave hoe, uh
Tricking that ain't in my nature, I don't save hoes, uh
You a C-minus bitch and the streets grade hoes, uh

[Hook: Yo Gotti & Lil' Kim]
Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
(Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods)
(Gotti, we speak for the hood)
Rags to riches my nigga
Money over bitches my niggas
Feds gon' get you my nigga
But I ain't never snitch on my niggas

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Hashtag Team Kim, trending
Worldwide, Kim and Gotti keep it pimping (uh)
My niggas got keys like a locksmith
So fly, getting cocked in the cockpit
Haha, and the Hermès ostrich
Bad bitch, I'm a top pick
95 South, I used to move it through the traffic
Brooklyn Kim, yeah, the black Kardashian
I'm kind of flashy and I like to floss
These VVS's still dancing when the lights is off
If you a hater, guess you are who you are, player
Ain't even start to ball, this is our layer
I put this money over everything
I do it all for the love of my Royal Reign
I beat the beat up, no boxing ring
World in my hand, ain't drop a thing

[Hook: Yo Gotti & Lil' Kim]
Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods
(Blocks to blocks, the hoods to hoods)
(Gotti, we speak for the hood)
Rags to riches my nigga
Money over bitches my niggas
Feds gon' get you my nigga
But I ain't never snitch on my niggas
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No Time (Clean Version)I got no time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
And while you keep talking sh... we count bank funds
[X3]

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Yeauhhh... I momma, Miss Navana
Usually rock the prada, sometimes gabbana
Stick you for your cream and your riches
Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Chris Diana, all them rich misses
Puff Daddy bump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the e-class with the goggles
96 Models, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) Cruise control
Nothing make a woman feel better
Than Berrettas and Amarettas
But in mad chedders and leathers
Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos
Tryin' to stick a brother for his peso
If you say so, then I'm the same chick you wanna get with
And lick me where it's hot, gotta hit the spot
If not then don't test a poom-poom-nanny-nanny-punany donny
Heeeey

I got no time for fake ones
Just sip some crystal with these real ones
From east to west coast spread love son
And while you keep talking sh... we count bank funds
[X3]

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front
Uhh. From the back, give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle plus his thing too little
Work down your ta-tas do the cha-cha
Make you scream Papa

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
You da best, Da Da, now watch mama
Go up and down with the jaws crazy, unh
Oh, say my name baby, and you know, ain't no one
Like the queen bee, have you speaking in French
Ooh-la, oui, oui, cest la vie
Then I cracks for the Mercedes, I act shady
And feel my.360 gator boots for ladies, ooh, oui, I see
Act shadey, and feel my creaty, autoraven
Ooh, wee I see, your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina
Huh. Can't fade a rhinoceros in rap
Lil Kim a rookie, how preposterous is that?

Right back at, the one Cleopatra, diggin' in your stash
Players think they gonna get some ass
No money-money, no licky licky
Forget the sticky sticky and your quickie
Give me your loot, you Mack-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, Jean Paul Pete shouldn't compete
If you can't wet it, forget it, don't sweat it
I bet it make it come smooth if you let it
Huh. You can't stop a chick from ballin'
Ha-ha to la-la to drop-bys they be calling
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old sh..
We making hits platinum and gold sh..
We stay draped in diamonds and pearls
Beside every man there's a bad girl, that's right

[Chorus]
**************************************************
I Get It[Hook]
I get money, I-I get money
I-I get, I get, I get, I get
(Don't ask me how I get it, it get it aiight)
I get money, money is got
(Ah, ah, I get it)
I-I get money, money is got
(Ah, ah, I get it)
I-I get money, money is got
(Ah, ah, I get it)
I get money, money is got, money-money is got
(Yeeeeeah, I run New York)
I get money, money is got
(Ah, ah, I get it)
I-I get money, money is got
(Ah, ah, I get it)
I-I get money, money is got, money-money is got
(Ah, ah, I get it, yeeeeeah, I run New York)

[Verse]
The bank don't stop cause they put me in cuffs
Still made money up in the can, what the fuck
I'd have a baby by you, baby, if you a billionaire
Write the check before I cum, just sign right here
I'm gon' stay rich
I ain't gon' die tryin' to spend my shit
I'mma die tryna spend your shit
Nowadays these rap niggas on some feminine shit
So I guess Queen Bee gon' be the man of this shit
Laughin' at these rap bitches on some amatuer shit
They better off makin' a livin' on some janitor shit
Who the hell is this chick? She been out kinda long
Had one hot song, I'm sorry I missed it
Too busy being Conceited, puttin' on my lipstick
Takin' trips out in Cali, chillin' with the Hiltons
Yeeeeeah, I'm chillin', Kim top billin'
With the top down, throwin' money through the ceilin'
I get it, the lifestyle that you only rap about
I live it, my man buy cars that you hoes be rentin'
I'm classy like a Phatom, you a Honda Civic
Lil' Kim got your whole bank stopped, I get it
**************************************************
Ms. G.O.A.T[Verse 1]
Let's smoke some lah, to this Mardi Gras
I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far
It don't get no betta, than the trendsetter
Got a track for these rats (Tryna steal her cheddar)
Shake my thing all the boys start to sing
Shawty is a ten, think about me in his dreams
Nymphomanic, head like a brainiac
For those who slept Lil' Kim is back
And better than before, you thought it was impossible
Haters is sick need to check into a hospital
Prayin for my downfall like it was a Sunday
But it's over, you only get five minutes to shine
Now the game is mine
The streets crowned ya girl Miss Greatest of All Time
So follow me and I'll lead you the right way
Just sing along to the words I say, C'mon

[Verse 2]
Dude these chicks sour, getting worse by the hour
And at the same time I'm cakin' up by the minute
But when you sick of hoeing, I can show you about pimpin'
I'm tryna put you onto game, pay attention
To how to grind, I'm bout a dollar not a dime
I'm color blind, to everything except a dollar sign
Bottom line, your career I break up
And take your shine like the feds did to Jacob
Well well well, I'll be damned
I shouldn't have to tell you who I am
But I'm the Notorious K-I-M
Your flow's got flaws like a chipped diamond
Oh yes, I've been watchin you, copy me
My spot's safe, got it on lock and key
I'm who you wanna be, but you can't be who you're not
The first lady G.O.A.T dot
**************************************************
Gimme Brain[Intro]
Yeah, step into my rainforest
Step into my rainforest
Yeah only for the sexy people
Step into my rainforest, yeah yeah
Step into my rainforest, uh-huh
Let's see, I'm wet

[Verse 1]
Step into my rainforest
I'm tryin' to see who gon' make it make it rain hundreds, tornado pussy
Can you make it monsoon, honeymoon
Now we fuckin like a bride and groom
You want a taste of honey
I need to see the money
You wanna see the spread
You gotta spend some bread
Them racks in your pants
That'll make me dance
Now fill that with cash
Come on hop up on this ass

[Pre-Chorus]
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Gimme brain trick
Gimme Gimme brain trick
Gimme brain make it rain
Gimme brain trick

[Chorus]
I'ma need some brains bitch
I'ma need some brains bitch
Need some brains bitch
I'ma need some brains bitch
I'ma make it rain bitch
I'ma make it rain bitch
Make it rain bitch
I'ma make it rain bitch

[Verse 2]
This kitty ain't for rowboats
Even titanics get washed away
He put his head between my legs
And he washed his face
Come and scuba dive
Inside my deep blue sea
Wanna ride this tidal wave?
You gotta pay a fee
Lick on the clit, I'll lick on the dick
Ride or die bitch, I sit on the shit
Can't get it wet, I spit on shit
I spit on spit on spit on the shit
Suck it up sit back on the dick
Doggystle back it up on the dick
Get a grip on them hips, bite on my lips
Take it out cum right on my tits
You want a taste of honey
I need to see the money
You wanna see the spread
You gotta spend some bread
Them racks in your pants
That'll make me dance
Now fill that with cash
Come on hop up on this ass

[Pre-Chorus]
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Make it rain trick
Make it Make it rain trick
Gimme brain trick
Gimme Gimme brain trick
Gimme brain make it rain
Gimme brain trick

[Chorus]
I'ma need some brains bitch
I'ma need some brains bitch
Need some brains bitch
I'ma need some brains bitch
I'ma make it rain bitch
I'ma make it rain bitch
Make it rain bitch
I'ma make it rain bitch
**************************************************
Killin’ Em{Sample of The Notorious B.I.G.'s "Where Brooklyn At? (Freestyle)"}

[Intro: Big Mike, (Fabolous)]
(Ohhh) Let's touch the pavement quick
This shit right here is for the whole East Coast (Ohhh)

[Hook: Fabolous]
Yo what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
Uh, uh, ohhh

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight
Been chasin' her for two days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watchin' my cutie-pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killin' her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has it's sacrifices
Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, FaceTime
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle Patron
When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
And she hand 'em the tone
Uh, uh, ohhh

[Hook: Fabolous]
Yo what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
Uh, uh, ohhh

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
It's Kimmy Blanco, fly girl mercenary
See the closet like a chinchilla cemetery
[?] made out of crocodiles
You couldn't find these shoes on forensic files
(Girl you be killin' 'em) dirt nap time
CPR couldn't bring 'em back, flat line
Polo cardigan, when I yacht cruise
Michael Kors shades, Louis boat shoes
I'm the new trend, I'm what's in
You hoes out of season, Kim's the reason
Gucci bicycle, I'm ridin' on your broads
Prada backpack, mountain climbin' on you broads
Dior mascara, Laurent lip gloss
Queen Bee 101, I teach you how to floss
Killin' 'em like an abortion place
Somebody wrap they casket in caution tape
Ya done here

[Hook: Fabolous]
Yo what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
Uh, uh, ohhh
You be killin' 'em (had to let you know)
You be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em
Uh, uh, ohhh (all the ladies, to all the ladies)
You be killin' 'em (I'd like to congratulate you)
You be killin' 'em (congratulations)
You be killin' 'em
Girl you be killin' 'em

[Outro: Fabolous, (Big Mike)]
And you just came from the gym clothes
And a fitted cap and some Timbos
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM pose
Still killin' em hoes (I been there, we all been there)
Still killin' em hoes (That why talkin' is talkin')
Still killin' em hoes (It's the actions that matter)
**************************************************
Work the Pole[Verse: ]
Yeah, I bend it down, I touch my toes
I do the splits, then fuck the floors
Suck your dick, then fuck some more
Get on top and ride it slow
Wanna stay on till I explode
Dynamite, time control
I make you take it back, Delorean
Then hold your breath and stretch it out, accordion
Spread my legs, lick my clit
So good, make you bite your lips
He on that Mike Tyson shit
This bitch not to be fucked with
And you better not cum quick (why?)
'Cause me and my girls love to suck dick
Brand new mattress, break the frame
Pussy so good make you say my name

[Hook]
She work the pole
(She a working girl, she work the pole)
She work the pole
(She a working girl, she work the pole)
She work the pole
(She a working girl, she work the pole)
She work the pole
(She break it down, she take it low)

[Chorus]
Oooh, he can lick the clit
When I sit on it I'm riding it
Oooh, I'm riding it
Oooh, he wanna take me down
He wanna take me down, he wanna take me down
He wanna take me down
He can take me down, he can take me down
He can take me down
He wanna take me down, he wanna take me down
He wanna take me down
He can take me down, he can take me down
He can take me down
He eating it when I'm riding it, oooh

[Outro]
Let's get nasty, let's get nasty
**************************************************
MIGO[Intro]
This is vibe
Yeah!

[Hook: TLz]
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
'Cause I can't stand the rain
I can't stand the rain

[Verse 1: TLz]
If I hit my migo he gon' send me kilos
I'm gon' quarterback it, call me Timmy Tebow
I smoke organic, bitch, I roll [?]
We got all bricks like Shaq got the free throw
[?]

[Hook: TLz]
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
'Cause I can't stand the rain
I can't stand the rain

[Verse 2: Young Bondz]
[?]

[Hook: TLz]
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
'Cause I can't stand the rain
I can't stand the rain

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
I could build a mansion, I got hella bricks
I am not to be fucked with, I'm celibate
Put yo' eyes on yo' lips, bitch, watch yo' mouth
I cook it up in the South like waffle house
I'm the connect, I thought I told ya
I got a street full of soldiers
Go ahead man, they ready for whatever
Pussy like monsoon, can you stand the weather?
Aye, hit my migo, tell him send another one
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
Whippin' and flippin' that work
I twerk to these squares
You know I swallow it all
He lickin' my ass just like he a dog
No wholesale you resell, my shit cost, no retail
I get it through mail, pack it, ship it, I sell
School bus, Chanel suits, trench coats and rain boots
Made by Balmain, I can't stand the rain

[Hook: TLz]
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
Hit my migo, tell him send another one
'Cause I can't stand the rain
I can't stand the rain
**************************************************
Pussy Callin’[Intro: Lil' Kim, Lil' Boosie & Big Mike]
I'm your pusher girl, I'm your pusher girl
You ever had a piece of pussy, mayne
That be on yo' mind like money?
Lil' Boosie, Lil' Kim
Lil' Boosie!
Hold your head you know what it is!
Shout to the whole crew!
Name of the shit right here is called "Pussy Talk!"
Ayo ladies, you know Kim got'cha!
Let's go Big Mike!
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, that pussy keep callin' me)
I'm your pusher girl, I've got it
Bubonic, a-tomic
(Get me in trouble, that pussy keep callin' me)
Yeah, I've got that bomb shit
(Get me in trouble)

[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
You ever had a piece of pussy so good and tight
That you hear that pussy talkin' at night?
C'mere, lingerie drive you crazy when she put it on
Safe sex but sometimes I hate to put it on
Make me moan, grab my back and pull me deeper in
She catch 3, I catch 2, now I'm sleepin' in
Miss Virginia take her time when she hit that head
She pull her long hair back and sit between my legs
It blow your mind when you got a dime
Who rub your nuts when you fuck her from behind
I ain't lyin' somethin' special 'bout her
Got me sneakin' out the house like a fuckin' mouse
And that pussy's so wet for me, she my ecstasy
Crazy, pussy damn near better than your old lady
I probably need to stop answerin' the phone
Fuckin' her I'll fuck around and have my family gone
She get me right when we fuck, yeah
She put ice on my nuts, yeah
Got me textin' and shit, I ain't never text befo'
Got me eatin' that pussy I ain't never ate befo'

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
That pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
Get me in trouble
That pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
I know I can't lover her, but
That pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
The pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
Get me in trouble

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
My pussy on his mind like a fitted cap
He stay on my line like a phone tap
He strung off the cat, he love to stroke it
My strawberry haze, he wanna smoke it
And she turn into a tiger if you provoke it
Watered down pussy, super soak it
I leave him solid as a rock, turn his dick to stone
You know that kind of pussy that break up happy homes
Like a cockatoo, I ate up all his bread
Addicted to my top, he call it crack head
I love his doggystyle, I call him Snoopy
His friends say he fiend out, they call him Pookie

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
That pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
Get me in trouble
That pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
I know I can't lover her, but
That pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
The pussy keep callin' me
(Keep on callin' me, keep on callin' me)
Get me in trouble
**************************************************
CrazyLyrics haven't been released ye
**************************************************
Intro[x3]
Lots of Lil' Kim see you comin'
She wanted to do her thing..
She writes..

[Notorious B.I.G.]
She was like ''Yo i was rolling with a bunch of little dudes,you know'' around the way or the corners or whatever and i was like ''Yo wanna suck it on and get my foot right where [?] Imma leave the door open put y'all on and it's all about your rap bums you know what i'm saying,you handle it how you wanna handle it.''
If i can't make the write rhymes i can't make 'em want it, you know what am saying, if it's given to you on a silver platter, you can't always expecting to be given to you, i took the hard way members, i took Lil' Kim she wanted to do her thing, she writes,she was like ''Yo i need to get my joint out, you feelin' me?''

[x3]
Lots of Lil' Kim see you comin'
She wanted to do her thing..
She writes..

[x4]
''This album is dedicated to all my peoples in the struggles you know what am sayin'?''

*Gunshot*
**************************************************
Buy U Music[Intro: Keri Hilson]
One for the paper, two for the money
Girls get money...

[Verse 1: Keri Hilson]
I don't know what's going on, baby?
What the hell is going wrong, baby?
Used to take me to dinner, used to take me shopping
Now you're asking me for my paper
It's my money, boy my money
I bet you'll never ever get another dime from me
No you can't use the phone, baby
I think you need to get your own
Was looking for a man to hold me down
So how did I end up with you? (yeah, with you)
And as hard as I try
Sometimes is getting hard, paying all these bills
The note on my car, so I don't need no broke broke boy, trying to holler
So baby shut it up till you show me the dollars

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, new shoes, yeah, I want it
All my girls fly, girls getting money
All my girls fly, girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money
Nails did, hair did yep, yep I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls fly, girls getting money

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Nope I ain't checking for you broke ass niggas (Uhn-uhn)
Kim only checking for the dope boy niggas (Bet!)
No, no, no, I'm not a gold, gold digger
I'm just trying to say I got my own dough, nigga
6'2" spans, you know the grown folks nigga
Niggas like Scott, they got they own boat nigga
No middle man, have your own coke nigga
Title to the dopes no car, no nigga
Can't pay my rent with your compliments
And I don't need a man with no accomplishments
No whip, no job, no credit
Me and you is like Alzheimers, forget it!
If you was my sugar, I'd be diabetic
Your game like a old book, I already read it
It's money on my mind boy and you just headache
I need a man with the full package like fed ex
Kim lil' bitches, Mafia, La Bella
Money old like champagne in the cellar
Boy you need to split like a cigerella
You ain't treating me like an ATM teller
So fuck your little cheese, I got my own chedder
So when they make it rain I open up my umbrella
Dior glass slippers, call me Cinderella
Your bank account like these new artists, undeveloped

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
One for the paper, two for the money
Brand new bag, new shoes, yeah, I want it
All my girls fly, girls getting money
All my girls fly, girls getting money
One for the paper, two for the money
Nails did, hair did yep, yep I want it
One for the paper, two for the money
All my girls fly, girls getting money
**************************************************
Winners and LosersLet's be real about a pimp
How long did you think she was just going to take it
Han
You thought she was just going to take it
All you new hot young fresh bitchs
Doin old shit
Oh she been doin it
Member member
I remember
I'm sho remember too
Member when she first came out
Member she sexy and you
Aw look at this bitch
Who do this bitch think she is
Showin her shit
Member why she can't she just rap member that what you said

And now look what the f**k is ya talkin about
Why what;what you mad at her fa
Han what you say
Her titts got big
Bitch you got yo regular titts
Why they didt work fo ya
Han what; what you
Oh no thats excuses
Just emit nigga
That there are winners and loser
Shes a winner and yous a mothaf**kin loser and thats what you do
Be good at it
Be the best loser you can be
And if that dont work out fa ya
Do me this one favor
Shut the f**k up
**************************************************
Trap Queen (Freestyle)[Intro]
RGF Production
Ayy (yeah)
It's your trap queen (yeah)
I'm from that 718

[Verse]
Cooking in my bra and panties at the stove
La Perla lingerie under my Versace robe
Show me how to remix, take the nine out the hole
Platinum in these streets but these Cubans all gold
He deserve a black belt how he be chopping them O's
Baking soda, we got baking soda
Call us Pablo and Griselda 'cause we taking over
Doing tricks on that dick like it's a stripper pole
Treat the pussy like it's money, he ain't never letting go
I'm cheffing pies with my baby
He from Brooklyn too, I'm in the Stuy with my baby (yeah)
Matching Loubs, getting fly with my baby
His and her Hermès
Driving matching Mercedes, yeah
We in that trap like Minnie and Mickey is
Always O.T. like be with Genasis
My Chanel crown on while I'm serving the lean
He gon' ride for his baby 'cause I'm his trap queen (his trap queen)
**************************************************
Intro (Black Friday Mixtape)[Skit: Big Mike]
Shit is all different now man
Back then, they used to pay homage
For paving the way, for making it easier
To do what they do now
But they do now?
They run their mouth
But you know what?
Actions speak louder than words
(She's your queen to be
A vision of perfection
An object of affection
To quench your royal fire
Completely free from infection
To be used at your discretion
Where they owe me for your direction
Your queen to be
Queen to be, queen to be forever
To quench your royal fire
She's your queen to be, queen to be forever
To quench your royal fire
She's your queen to be, queen to be forever
To quench your royal fire
She's your queen to be, queen to be forever
To quench your royal fire)

[Outro: Big Mike]
Young Big Mike the ruler, Queen Bee Lil' Kim
Black motherfucking Friday
The talking is over ladies and gentleman
Fendi, roll them drums
**************************************************
W.P.I.M.P.Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I am here live
Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T

I don't know what it take
I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry
How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there
Every time you come out you got some more hot shit
Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go
That's what the f**k I meant to do
That's living legendship

You just livin', that's how I've been
But if you don't watch your mouth
Somebody might take it apart too
**************************************************
Hustle Hard[Intro: Lil' Kim, (Big Mike)]
(Oh shit) Another day another dollar my homie
(It's that Hustle Hard right here man)
It already snow, you know how it go (it's cold outside)
Same old shit, just a different day
I feel the Aftermath, Em' and Dre

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Same old shit, just different toilet
It is what it is, sometimes I can't call it
I need another house, another coupe
I'm tryna buy a' island, so guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Closed mouth, don't get fed on this boulevard

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Million dollar deposit
Half a mil' in my closet
Phantom milky white chocolate
If the roof is on then I chop it
S1 on my finger
On the steering wheel of that Beemer
I just bought the new M6, while they customised my GINA
Kimmy pull up at your party, Maybachs and Ferraris
Ducatis and Harleys, pink seats in Bugattis
Don't nothin' move 'til I say so
We all about them pesos
I.R.S. nigga we the mob
We hustle hard, cocaine dough
That Mercedes topless, ain't that bitch exotic
My men just bought me that white rose and I ain't talkin' flowers
I supplied, you worse
What you worried 'bout what I'm earning?
Money I keep burning
As the world keep turning

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
Same old shit, just different toilet
It is what it is, sometimes I can't call it
I need another house, another coupe
I'm tryna buy a' island, so guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle hard
Closed mouth, don't get fed on this boulevard
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Lights Camera Action[Intro]
The lights, the lights

[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to turn up the volume on all y'all
Extra high, I want y'all to hear this
Turn up the volume on all y'all
Want you to hear everything
Want you to hear everything
Want you to hear everything
If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
We make love honey, all of the lights
If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
We make love honey, all of the lights

[Verse: Lil' Kim]
I'm in the bed, legs spread
I'm doggystyle, layin on my head
Turn all the lights up, I want you to see
All inside, you gon' remember me
Stick your fingers in, light my cheeba hand
Now the lights is out, like you in the party and
Imagine afterparty, come celebrate with me
We can have an orgy on these ballers and would believe
Fat skinny short long you just gotta turn me on
Keep it crackin 'til the dawn, broke is how I send 'em home
Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights
Strobe lights, street lights...

[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to turn up the volume on all y'all
Extra high, I want y'all to hear this
Turn up the volume on all y'all
Want you to hear everything
Want you to hear everything
Want you to hear everything
If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
We make love honey, all of the lights
If you people real you can have it for the rest of your life
We make love honey, all of the lights
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M.O.E.[Chorus]
You need work?
I needa see the money first
You wanna verse?
I needa see the money first
Yeah, I needa see the money first
You wanna verse?
I need see the money first

[Verse 1]
It even cost to have beef now a days
I'm paying for the bullets then I'm paying for your grave
I'm paying off the judge, then I'm laying in the shade
Just shipped a hundred keys and I'm praying that it ain't it

[Chorus]
You need work?
I needa see the money first
You wanna verse?
I needa see the money first
Yeah, I needa see the money first
You wanna verse?
I needa see the money first

[Verse 2]
I done had to rent a hunred hearses
245, stuffed in my purse, bitch
Your bank account, I got that money in my purse, bitch
Plus you know I stay fly, no bird shit
Tryna hang, I needa see the money first
You looking thirsty, I needa see the money first
My niggas bang, don't even see the money first
Uh-huh, fuck you, Pay me
I'm in that Phantom getting ghost like Swayze
Presidential rollie, I'm the first lady
But I ain't Michelle, they call me Kimmy Belle
La mafia have that, ch-ch-chopper chopping you
And I  got that fish scale, they call it tilapia
Call me Mrs. Frank White, the queen is on top of you
Meet me at the plazza hotel, I got a job for you

[Chorus]
You need work?
I needa see the money first
You wanna verse?
I needa see the money first
You looking thirsty
I needa see the money first
Eat so much
Swear it make my stomach hurt

[Verse 3]
Same old me, somethings don't never change
M.O.E, money over everything
Past customs, just stepping overseas
2 keys, baby, I dont mean double D's
Suga Mama, huh, Ms. Kimmy Blanca, huh
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, bitch then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, uh-huh, then a comma
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Fat PumPum[lyrics will be available upon release of the song]
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Wrath Of Kim’s Madness[Intro: Mister Cee]
Now this shit right here
Goes out all my cats from New Jerus
That's New Jersey to you and me
C'yeah, drop that shit

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I'm all about my paper, ain't messin' with the majors
Told my nigga "Uh, and get the one's we can do this"
No more J.M., it's La Bella to the death
It's the clique, so get with the movement
Now I'm collecting cheques, settle for nothing less
Same broad, the awards, exposing the breast
Y'all been frontin' and lyin', snitchin' and tryin'
But now I'm free
You wanted honey, to try and catch the Bee
Actually, I'm internationally known
No HIV but my status is full blown
A few rocks and stones, but I'm keepin' it grown
Got my own Gucci store, beside of my home
And if you, don't understand my actions
Just know there's a method to my madness

[Queen Latifah Interlude]

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Some MCs are old and arrogant
Try to make a name by dissing and competing
Niggas just like to spend cash
Cum fast, cos my pussy's so sweet
A diabetic wanna eat it first
Some people hate, and choose to talk trash
I brush it off and let it pass, like Steve Nash
Quick, fast, I get up in that ass
Kim's fast, and put hole on four blasts
This bitch, what you make I take half
I dare you to put your hands in my stash
Dudes dates girls who try to be like me
My pimp game so good make you leave wifey
New York's finest, call me Your Highness
And know there's a method to my madness

[Queen Latifah Outro]
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Kimmy Girl[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ,ah
Yeah, do the Kimmy Girl rock
Do the Kimmy Girl rock, yeah
What's my name?

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim']
My name is Kimmy, flyer than a frisbee
Boys in Miami wanna see me in my Vickies
Might do a little dating, like my girl Chili
But I'm already taken, married to Mister Benji
Weter than the river, sweeter than a swisher
My Jimmy Choo's cuter than the girls that's with you
Everybody staring, might as well take a picture
Mail it to the haters, now sing it with me ladies

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girls a ten
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
It's only one QB, best eye beauty
If looks was a killer, I probably be a oozie
They be hating on me cause they man try to pursue me
I'm something exotic, she's hardly a cutie
I'm flyer than a G6, sweet like peaches
Bottom like an apple, I know you wanna eat it
He got a huge appetite and I'm the one to feed it
Michael Jackson bad, tell that other bitch to beat it!

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girls a ten
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful
My walk, my talk, the way I drip
It's not my fault so please don't trip
Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, don't hate me cause I'm beautiful

[Outro: Lil' Kim]
CT, DC, do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah
ATL and Miami, New York to L.A
All my girls let me hear you say, yeah, aha
Do the kimmy girl rock, yeah, ah
All over the world, all over the world
If I forgot ya please don't be mad at me
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What’s the Word (Remix)[Intro: Joe Budden]
Jump off! The Remix
Lil' Kim, Joe Budden
Beehive, you see I....

[Verse One: Joe Budden]
I'm on the grind, hit Harlem shake me
(?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers
Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers
Listen, anybody trynna rob me for jewels
You must've seen that third story shit, you got me confused
Go 'head, dukes keep laughin' dudes keep baffin'
The only time I box in it, is in a new G-Wagon
I ask niggas to gimme that, had out album, but I want Biggie back
Got against you and your faggot kid folk it's just me tearin' up the
Disco
It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single
It's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney
You know your boy gettin' done by the One and Only

[Hook: Joe Budden] (Lil' Kim)
(What's The Word?) He's up to new good y'all
(What's The Word?) We keep it so good y'all
(What's The Word?) Still movin' the herd
(?) Still doin' the third

[Verse Two: Lil' Shanice]
You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match
A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps
You see I need respect from the veteran cats
They gotta understand I just won't settle for scraps
And I'm hotter than I'm hot with a 5 and a 3
And a failure is not what I'm trying to be
Uh! I got goals and I'm trying to suceed
Understand I got people relying on me
That's why I'm trynna be in it 'til it's over
A notorious solider, when I'm older
Shan is ?buying the sun? that's what I'm gonna do
I got see y'all sweatin' every time I come through!

[Hook: Lil' Shanice] (Lil' Kim)
(What's The Word?) Shanice is what's poppin'
(What's The Word?) I'm headin' to the top and
(What's The Word?) When I get there I'm stayin'
I do alot of jokin' but I'm not playin'

[Verse Three: Da Advokids]
Far from a role model, I pop and throw bottles
Throw hollows out guns, got hoes in the nodels
Love hoes that blow and swollow, knew my motto
Live life like there's no tomorrow, my time is borrowed
First time is borrowed, first shine is borrowed
God knows, I got coke from Carlos
Caught all them charges, they hyped up provido's
The priest in courses in it, the plain close offices
No stoppin' my Nacho's Minchaco
And with the Roscoe, he pops slow
No peace offer between beast in bosses
Stay day dreamin' about palm trees and Porsches
Blow bomb trees till I'm nauces
Rubble air suits and air forces
My hair braided gorgeous, from the pain and torchure
Fame and the fortune, better think again (?)

[Verse Four: Da Advokids]
Now I can see why y'all on me
You need nigga pop swift you can call on me
Fuck, whoever gotta problem I ain't for the face
This for homicide when they takin' the case
Paper case, hustlin' from night till dawn
It's Fourth of July everytime the mic is on
I'm burnin' it up, kid gotta buzz on the street
You playing yourself, swift suckin' your feet
You the reason pigs is doin' twenty sweeps a week
Any beef wit' Beehive and I'm twistin' the fifth
Never pimp, know everyrule of break a bitch
Shells die, look like I'm was jumping outta a cliff (Queen Bee!)
Shorty told ya about +Money+ +Power+ +Respect+
And the guns that I can show, correct your step
Bunkin' S to the A, just remember the name
Matter fact, FUCK THAT, nigga take in your chain

[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
Aiiyo, who's hot and who's not, what's rap and what's not
Whatever nigga I take yo' spot and yo' spot
Move work from yo' block to yo' block
The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked

[Verse Five: Da Advokids]
See we be on a track together it's flaming hot
Got trucks custom made, to range a drop
We need ta mantain cops and pay the bet
We run the streets FUCK what the mayor says!
Lotta niggas hate us like Star and Bun
Cuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucks
And the arms is tucked, you better back it up
Hold your nose, and your face and that be done
This is our year, our game, I shine
We shine, what's our name Advokids
Go against the fam' and I gotta split your wig
Treat you like a resta rhyme and spare your ribs

[Verse Six: Da Advokids]
See I break niggas heads like canaelopes
Put holes in your body like vans and cokes
Ya niggas broke, y'all hardly paid
And I make ya arms hot like my holiday
Niggas mad cuz I take their bitch, then break the bitch
Make 'em "Roll Out" like I'm Ludacris
Chill dawgs, you don't want the parts of me
I break their bones you not a thug in harmony
You now see Lil' Kim, you ass ain't safer
Put the gun to yo' grill and relax your face
This haters wanna smoke me nigga
Cuz when they see the (?) face it's stiff like Tropheys nigga
I spit bars that's hotter than hell
And the kids trynna kick more chips than Taco Bell
Beat niggas like guards in jail
So when ya mom see ya on a box it'll be hard to tell
And I sum niggas like ?guargimail?
Since you gotta dirty mouth I'mma make you guard the shells, uh!

[Interlude: Lil' Kim]
I'm the shit, I'm the bread winner!
Who's the bitch? I'm the big spinner
I'm give 'em a taste they still want more
Words on the street is I'm who they waitin' for

[Hook: Lil' Kim]
(What's The Word?) She at it again
(What's The Word?) She in it to win
(What's The Word?) She's back and she's stayin'
(What's The Word?) The bitch ain't playin'!
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Suicide[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
Playin' games with my money
That's playin' Russian Roulette
You rather take your own life
Before you go and do that
We throwin' bands in the club
It's comin' down like confetti
Ten steps ahead of you bitches
I got on next year's Giuseppe
He in that trap like Mickey Mouse
Got my cat all in his mouth
Stash his crack all in my couch
Got his racks all in my house
Playin' my pussy in a Rolls
While I'm sippin' on Rose
Cause he fuck with me
She feel some type away
Shout out nigga Rich Homie
All my niggas rich homie
Benjies all in my Birkin, bitch
It's diamonds all on my arm tho'
Shout out all my birk
You broke hoes keep call tho'

[Bridge: French Montana]
Suicide (x2)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Sometimes I look at my son
Then I picture my father
When he looked at his son
He understood his story
I can stand on the strip
Flip ten million zips
Or I can parlay with puff
And make a 10 million flip
I been a boss and you know it
Make a mill and I blow it
I had a dream I would sell
And in July it was snowin'
Went and caught me a bird
Momma, pray for my blessings
Niggas fuck with my nerves
Talking fast with them questions
First spray was the ball
Worse fear was the verdict
Fill that mill and desert it
But the block was deserted
Talkin' 500 murders
About 100 I knew
I'm talkin' 500 cases
About 400 that blew
You lost it all in a day
But you been grindin' the longest
I mean you bought off the bar
But got no money for lawyer
That suicide
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FreestyleUh-Ready to battle you
Lyrically f*ck you up
And rattle you
Bitch'll write sh*t for ya
And still spit sh*t harder than the average dude
What i'm saying is coming genuine is a must
But you're a opposed to that idea
So in a bit i'll have to sweep yo ass off like dust
It kind of puts me up in f*ckin rage
To see a bitch Nickel-less like Cage
But when you try to take my stage
You get turned like a page
Your fake sh*t dont amuse us
F*ck puttin five on it like The Luniz
Funk this bitch so hard have it smelling like tuna
I put three Gs on this bet
That my sh*t drop hard like the Valujet
Some of my hard flows will keep your niggas dick erect
The others i'm ghost writting for ya to keep your sh*t comming correct
I'm Scary like the f*ckin' Spice
Leave you steamed like a bowl of rice
Yeah my sh*t was nasty back in 96'
Talked about my pussy and every n*ggas' dick
But it's 99 and yall bout to see what a real bitch is about
F*ck niggas they ain't sh*t, now i'm about having clout
This is all straight from knowledge now peace mutha f*cka i'm out
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6 Foot Tall[Intro]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
International Rock Star!
Yeah, it's Blanco!
IRS!

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Ok, ok, I got the ball
I'm comin' down the court like Jordan with his tongue out
Petite and all, I'm steppin' on y'all like I'm 20 foot tall
Cinammon skin, like a porcelain doll
Juice box liable to start a 20 man brawl
Shame on y'all, thinkin' I'mma fall, I'mma never fall
Like the dope fiend lean, IRS the team
Live in New Jeruz, rep 7-18
Buckingham Palace like Elizabeth the queen, related
Hello, hello, It's Mrs. steal your man
Give 'em right back to you, then steal 'em again
You can get another one, Bet I'll steal him
You already know, Audemars stealin' lookin' like the Aspen slopes
You already snow, rocks, avalanche
You already know, I get stupid like ski racks on the Maybach
James Brown, big payback, ow!
Where my cape at?
Ow! Where my cape at?
(I.R.S)
**************************************************
Kim Gets DeeperI don't really wanna feel
Like back in the days way before the record deal
Hustlin, tryin to get a meal steady tryin to flip a brick
Ya girl had the blues you would thought I was fuckin crip
I sip that crystal shit and smoke a L and at the same time
Tryin to strategize how to get this paper
More money, more haters
Especially when you ain't the average bitch
Cause I'm a boss (yo that's deep)
Cause I be on some "get it how you get it"
You know, "money over niggas"-type thing
I got these rap dames turnin green like they want it with the queen Ms G.O.A.T, never stressin, tell these bitches better fight for second
Even though it gets lonely at the top
Anything is better than being back on the block
Cause don't nobody know it's Kimberly Jones then the Queen B
Know what I mean?

Every now and then I start trippin and get to thinkin bout BK thugs in the pj's or my peoples (yeah I know what you mean)
That's living illegal
Don't let niggas mislead you, the streets is evil
Ain't nobody in the game stuntin like we do
I'ma make it to a bill, trust this
Just give me some time like the judge did
If you hatin, y'all can get the middle finger, fuck it is Nathan
Kiss em, thats my pussy you tastin
Amazing, Queen B in the place
My thoughts paint pictures y'all just copy and trace
Don't fuck with the fake or talk about em (uhn huh)
Fuck the law always kept it hardcore like my first album
(so why don't you just soften up) never that
The first code on the street is to never wrap
I don't trust no body (yo you can trust me) - why?
(I'm just like you)
Okay, thats deep....
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Countin’ MoneyWhat we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money

Pardon my fragrance, i smell just like the dealership
Yea, we in the same whip but ya' car rented bitch
Yea, we on the same club but we on some different shit
We in VIP poppin’ bottles just to spill the shit
Huh, poppin’ bottle just to spill the shit
Hold up! I think I gotta extra clip *cocks gun*
You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
You know kim, the realest bitch up in the industry
Matter fact, I’m the realest bitch up in the streets
Ask your man, i’m the realest bitch up in the sheets
I don’t keep it a hundred, I keep it a g
You know I switch my man like every week
He acting up (ghetto ghetto ghetto)

Or into the next one, or into the fresh one
VVS stones, yeah you know I got that S1
Bitches throwing shots, they gon fuck around and catch one
It’s the queen bitch here, i’m a flyer than a Jetson
That mean i’m futuristic
Call the coupe Mike Bivins, it’s that new edition
When a boss bitch talking you should sit and listen
Take notes, pay attention
It’s what separates the fakest from the realest, bitch

What we do with it?
Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
What we do with it?
Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
What we do with it?
Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
What we do with it?
Countin money bitch, countin money bitch, countin money bitch
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Get TouchedIt's queen bee, sex in the citay
Representin' up top
Brought da block wit meh
Custom Versace dress
Showin one tittay
In Brook-lawn, New York
Grinding and grittay
BenZ's to bentl-
Oh, no
Lick the TV slow
I show em' thangs they neva seen before
Cause the way I move is so flexible
I'll try anything
I'm a try-sexual
Dem blindfolds and handcuffs
I get rough
With my thighs wrapped around his head
Like earmuffs
Doin freaky weird stuff
Talk tough
Face down
Steppin to the queen with the diamond lace crown
Jewel of the nile
I'm romancin' the stone
I said, look bitch
I got cha man on the phone
But you could swing through if you want a peep show
Just bring a hundred grand and some weed to keep roll

Ref
Speak the wrong words bitch
And you will get touched
This time around it ain't like before
Speak the wrong words bitch
And you will get touched
This time around I'm gon crack ya jaw
Speak the wrong words bitch
And you will get touched
Spit the shank out my mouth

And bust you down
Speak the wrong words bitch
And you will get touched
Biggie left me the court
Now I'm holdin it down

I'm a superfreak
I'm superfreaky, yo
And no I won't lick
So give it to me now
Miss Prada, and Chanel, Gucci as hell
Vous les vous coucher
Wit dis mademoiselle
I sell sex high price
The rap Heidi Fleiss
Iceberg jeans
Dat ass looks mighty nice
This is the fabulous life of Kim Jones
I got chinchilla covers on my flip phones
To match with dem furs
Baby got back
Wit dem curves
Her female MAC wit makeup
On my verbs
Flow, mascara, and blush
Take that monkey shit off
You embarrassin' us!
Comparison
What?!? Ain't nobody close to me
I'm up top right where I'm supposed to be
And now haters all kiss my bikini wax
And if you seen The Catch
You know da Queen is back

Ref
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The Naked Truth Intro[Doors open]

[Paparazzi & reporters]

Hey Kim over here!
Kim!
Kim over here!
We love you!
We want the truth!
Queen Bee!
Kim! Kim!
They snitches Bee!
Love you Kim!
Kim give us the truth!
Queen Bee! Queen Bee!

[Photo snap sound]
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Faded[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got a feeling
A real good feeling
I'mma be faded
The bar is open
We just bought it
I'mma be faded
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Damn I look good, Somebody take a photo
I run my his-house, You can ask Jojo
Yank fitted on, My money on Jeter
My girls all dimes, Lou Vuitton Divas
I'm fly like an overnight letter
Shorty sleep with me
Make your overnights wetter
Better I'm faded (I'm faded)
And tonight I'm gonna get wasted
See to everybody listening, if it's on I'm a get at 'em
I can say whatever I'm a tax paying citizen
Middle finger up, I ain't got a conscience
I just go hard like the trio from Yonkers
Head honcho, Kush in the console
Bad boy, now they shook like Cosmo's
I'm all that, everyday all black
Got Ciroc on deck so I'm faded off that

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got a feeling
A real good feeling
I'mma be faded
The bar is open
We just bought it
I'mma be faded
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Yo, Bottles on me till the whole club faded
I'm in the VIP and I'm white girl wasted
I'm a rock star party like Van Halen
Phantom comes with a chauffer so I don't valet it
Nah we celebrate pour the ros let it flow
To a New Year new money and some extra 0's
Let's toast to new cars fly condos
IRS we the Celtics and I'm Rondo
Bottles in the air like luggage and jet cargos
We keep the champagne coming till the bar close
These S1 keep the don on chill, I just blew 50 like the shady deal
We faded, me and my peoples we wasted (yeah) the bar is open
More bottles in the V's, kicking up more cheese
Got a feeling it's going to be a good night like the Black Eye Peas

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got a feeling
A real good feeling
I'mma be faded
The bar is open
We just bought it
I'mma be faded
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Two homes on the block
Each one mill and this ring on my finger is an E one deal
Canary yellow stone, can't be faded
Fatigue belt, 45 made for the navy
Young niggas ready to grapple down ya buildin'
I'm living chilling, arms wrapped around a Brazilian
In the presence of a Don, be cautious but calm
Can't be faded, two pills a charm
She licks on my chest, reading tatts on my arm
Hit her from the back, same time my mind blown
Speechless so she scream in silence
A real bad boy and all my speeches violent

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I got a feeling
A real good feeling
I'mma be faded
The bar is open
We just bought it
I'mma be faded
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
Let the Champaign p-o-o-o-ur
P-o-o-o-ur, p-o-o-o-ur
**************************************************
Street Dreams[Intro: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Got it going on, what, what?
Uh, what, what?
They got it going on, what, what?
Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
You're 9-0, my guns is Valentino
MAC wavin', "Queen Bitch" engraved in (What?)
And my peeps, it increased then ceased
Then sink slow, flows incredible, video
Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?)
Off springs to clenches (Woo)
Me, I suspensions
Quick to bring your body agony like pinches
Yes, yes, what? (What?)
The T.V.'s in the Range, half a milli' in the game
Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back
Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up
Fuck my flow up (Woo), hustle 'til I throw up
No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes
Back to Pontiacs and '86 Acs, Cadillacs
The '68's quick to tag plates, i'm straight
Stay great, the diamonds and pearls
Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That's right)
You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga
See, my name's on your lease with your bank figures
'Cause I'm much more advanced than them average gold diggers
Yeah, it figures; you're talking 'bout me, so what about you? (Uh)
Man, bitches be lying too
I push the ki's, GS3s, the papes (Woo)
Yeah, I ride crate state to state, lieutenant takes mad dimes
From New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh)
While you daydream and whine
I just keep gettin' mine (Gettin' mine)
And I'm, married to this (Woo)
Y'all strategy lists and still planning weddings (Uh)
Mafioso threatens all the bullshit
Any type of threat, ends to pull shit (What?)
That's why I got mad love for my real bitches
Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something, uh

[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra
All up in that ass, digging in your stash
Niggas think they gon' get some ass
No money money, no licky-licky (Uh)
Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie
Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn't shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn't compare
If you can't wed it (What?), forget it, don't sweat it (What?)
I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it
You can't stop a bitch from ballin' (Ballin')
Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin'
Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh

[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something, uh
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Intro (A-Minor Part 2)[Man 1] While you was in jail over a magazine or a picture.How was it in there?

[Man 2] Listen, I was there, it was up north, I witnessed it myself. Niggas was getting stabbed
The whole 9 yards, over a picture of Lil' Kim squat down showing her fat... her booty tactics... its ridiculous. Niggas getting stabbed up and... nothing was going down after that
It was just the fact that they had the illest picture in the world
[Man 1] Over a magazine?
[Man 2] Over a straight tacked, A magazine picture of Lil' Kim squat
[Man 1] For a Lil' Kim picture people got murdered over that picture
[Man 2] Over that picture
[Man 1] Wow
[Man 2] People lost their live and that’s incredible
[Man 1] Over that picture alone
[Man 2] Cuz she had on a leopard bikini and she squat down and her
[Man 1] Shit was wide open
[Man 2] It was so packed
[Man 1] [laughing...]
[Man 2] The bikini and it was so fucking weird, um... people speculated that.. that she stuffed something in there but she really did have the fattest... pussy... it was the fattest pussy I've ever seen
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Back Together Again[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uh, it's going out to all the pimps and macs
Y’all know the flavour, Brooklyn style
You know how we do, uh, yeah
All the macs and the dons in the house
Playa playaz, playa, playa, let these hoes know
One, two

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Is it true, all I wanna do is screw?
Drink brew, with the crew, on the avenue? Ooh!
I flip skins like Mary Lou
So what ya gonna do when (Biggie) come for you, boo
I got girls that look like Toni Braxton
And give me the skins without askin'
When I'm relaxin’ on my back and you know what time it is, uh
But if it's red man, I'll leave it alone
She can call me on my cellular phone
And I mess around and pick you up
Take you to the crib, stick you up
Put on my Silk CD and lick you up and down
'Til you say stop, hit the twat, 'til your pops call the cops
And when I make bail outta jail, I'ma wail on that tail (Why, Big?)
Because the sex never fails, I am

[Chorus: Erick Sermon, The Notorious B.I.G., & Lil' Kim]
So amazing (Uh)
So amazing (Uh)
So amazing (Playa, playa)
And I been waiting
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons (Baby)
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & Jagged Edge]
Biggie taught me how to ride dick
Cut ’em off, freeze ’em, them use 'em as ice picks
Hard times, baby; got honeys out of state
Doing 2-to-8 for first degree rape
What I can’t get, I take
Her name hold weight (What you say?)
Like I said: my name hold weight (Uh), pussy is the bait (Uh)
Around the way they call me the Pink Panther
I'm your private dancer
If he giving up the bread, I'm taking him home
He can lick me like an ice cream cone
Pop that coochie like I'm a loog boochie (Oww)
Tap her on the booty ’til he sweat out my doody
Niggas show up with 10 carats in the ring
You know I got that thing that make a nigga wanna sing:
"Girl, let's just get married, I just want to get married"
That's why they call me the queen, 'cause I am

[Chorus: Erick Sermon, The Notorious B.I.G., & Lil' Kim]
So amazing (Uh)
So amazing (Uh)
So amazing
And I been waiting
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons (Baby)
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim]
This is going out to the pimps and macs (Uh, uh)
That hit skins 'til their broad catch a asthma attack
But not even Pamatti Miss could resist
The way Lil' Kim put this on your lips
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom in the boom poom
Let's smoke a little boom and head straight to the bedroom
And then I whisper soft in the ear
Yeah, I love you too, my Big Poppa Bear
You know I leave you pussy-whipped
I whip that pussy
Well, hit it from the back 'til it get real gushy, baby
Good sex is what I'm startin'
I get the skin so wet, I make the ass start fartin'
And I pray that the dick don't slip
'Cause then I'm hearin' this shit (That's not it)
And then I just ride 'til the sun rise
And when I'm done I wipe the cum on her thighs, I am


[Chorus: Erick Sermon, The Notorious B.I.G., & Lil' Kim]
So amazing (Uh)
So amazing (Uh)
So amazing  (Uh)
And I been waiting
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons (Baby)
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
This is for the macs and dons
**************************************************
Lil’ Kim Free (Hood Newz)[Chant]
"WHOO KID"

[Dick Shipman]
I'm Dick Shipman with a hood news brief
Lil' Kim is free
After serv..

[Girl speaks]
After all, comput..

[Wildlife reporter]
Right now behind me, is the elephant's ball sack
They're gargantu..

[Man speaks]
Running this country..

[Spanish voice speaks]..

[Dick Shipman]
Live at the spot now is our prison correspondent Heywould Yablowme
Heywould, take it away

[Heywould Yablowme reports with crowd noise in background]
Thanks Dick
We're standing here in front of the federal detention centre in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Where Brooklyn's own, Lil' Kim is scheduled to be released from incarceration
As you can hear behind me, her loyal fans are anxiously awaiting her release
And, needless to say, they are hyped
Hold, on Dick
She's coming, right now
(Applause whilst paparazzi shout for Kim's attention)
**************************************************
Queen Bitch (Demo)[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh
Uh, oh, uh, oh, uh

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Biggie bust 'em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically I dust 'em off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers
Bitch with that platinum grammar
I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it
I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them?
Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles
Now strictly niggas that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better
Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better
Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons
Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five
While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em
Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch, on and on, on and on

[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
I'm the queen, I'm the queen

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging?
Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging
In the Tunnel & Esso's
Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen
Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Uhh
Check my pitch, authentic persona
And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales
Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team
Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossing my Rolex wrist shit
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
Shit I'm rich, I'ma stay that...

[Chorus: Aaliyah]
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
I'm the queen, I'm the queen
**************************************************
Racks[Intro]
New Lil' Kim freestyle, shout to the whole ATL
Shout to the whole Dirty South
Black Friday man, Big Mike, let's go!
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
It's tax season and we, comin, to collect

[Verse 1]
Got racks on racks on racks, just count about a hundred stacks
Just came from the bank, I'm goin right back
Headed to the mall, we gon' spend it all
The Hermes, Louis stall, wood all in my car
Like Blake Griffin I ball, like Chris Paul I ball
Like Carmelo I ball, should be playing in the all star
Cause I'm a rock star, international rock star
No matter where we are, we gon' rep the block
Lace all in my bra, dancin on the bar
We shinin from afar like these rocks in my [?]
Staying fresh to death VVS's on my neck
It's the IRS, and we all about the checks

[Chorus]
YC, what'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
We got (Racks on racks on racks)
S.O.D. (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)

[Verse 2]
New Bentley GT, my fingers the King
I'm riding through the A, bumping that YC
Racks on racks on racks, money stand tall like Shaq
Still gotta work for the block, still gettin money from the trap
It's the IRS and you know we don't play
If you spittin candy bars then it's fucking Pay Day
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy!
20 bricks apiece, set the whole clique straight
It's more in the oven, we let them pies bake
And this is my party so we all eatin cake
A Rolly apple red now [?] in my drank
Like Cheddar Boy rapped, I keep a trap boy

[Chorus]
YC, what'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
We got (Racks on racks on racks)
S.O.D. (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What they got? (Racks on racks on racks)
What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks)
**************************************************
Magic Stick (Green Lantern Remix)*NO LYRICS YET
**************************************************
Kim Freestyle (Funkmaster Flex)Mmm, mmm-mmm
Check it out, the Queen Bee
That's me
My man Flex, he's up next
Yeah, check it out
Hey, yo Flex
There's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real bad
But we got to show them who's on top
Nuhmean?
Uh, check it out, uh
Fellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishes
Check it out, the Queen Bee
Lil' Kim, Yeah
That's right
Lil' Kim in the house
Check it out
Wit my man, Flex
Uh

Sometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Ain't that the truth?
Frontin like they bulletproof
And those with no couth
Get thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juice
Part-nah, let your noose loose
Bitches got the audac-ity
Tryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like me
You couldn't be as classy as me
Even if you roll a Eva curtain
And diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose
Hoe, I'ma double bitch
I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it
Who stack chips like computers never celibate
Stash weed in Bermuda
Look around, look around, the room's empty
So, I guess that be me
The Queen B, Double E
I keep my foes close
Like I used to chop my hoes close
But this cat named Gicanno's
Who used to call me bag lady
Cause if you lick me from my
Index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb
See, I live this life, you wish this life
Dream this life, of royals
Motherfuckers got you gas motor spoiled
So what you gonna do when you run out of oil?
Crumble like the foil

This goes out to you
Sealed with a kiss, the Queenuesche
Uh, yeah, check it out
Me and my man Flex; we just doin this shit
That's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin?
We been there
**************************************************
Spend A Mill[Verse 1]
You say you love me, well, boy you must prove it
Benz Chris Brown Maybach's six dueces
You know i love the stones, no I don't mean zodiac
Diamonds are a girls best friend where my homie's at
Love a rich boyfriend, nothin' can compare to him
American Expressess' african american
Yeah, and I don't even gotta ask for gifts
UPS real ballers send me packages
Cop mad models in the club oh you ballin' hard
So he won't mind when i max out the credit card
Just like in the bed boy your wallet gotta last now
Copy cat Fab and tell em throw it in the bag

[Chorus] [X2]
Spend a million bucks
You ain't did nothin' till u spend a million bucks
You ain't seen nothin till you spend a million bucks
You ain't ballin' nothin till you pull out the cash and splurge on my ass

Spend a million bucks yeah presidents how they greet me
Honeysuckle, thats what he taste when he eat me
If your money counts low then ya can't talk
I Need ya bank account bigga than my fans hearts

Ya know, Ya know

[Verse 1] [Repeat]
You say you love me well boy you must prove it
Benz Chris Brown Maybach's six dueces
You know i love the stones no I don't mean zodiac
Diamonds are a girls best friend where my homie's at
Love a rich boyfriend nothin can compare to him
American Expressess' african american
Yeah, and I don't even gotta ask for gifts
UPS real ballers send me packages
Cop mad models in the club oh you ballin' hard
So he won't mind when i max out the credit card
Just like in the bed boy your wallet gotta last now
Copy cat Fab and tell em throw it in the bag

[Chorus] [X2]
Spend a million bucks
You ain't did nothin' till u spend a million bucks
You ain't seen nothin till you spend a million bucks
You ain't ballin' nothin till you pull out the cash and splurge on my ass

Spend a million bucks yeah presidents how they greet me
Honeysuckle, thats what he taste when he eat me
If your money counts low then ya can't talk
I Need ya bank account bigga than my fans hearts

Yeah, and Lil Kim is like a landmark
Spend it all thats the more you should stand for
Yeah I know you nigga's like to front a lot
That's why I need the ghost phantom with the diamond top
**************************************************
Warning (Pissin On ’Em)Shitted on ‘em*
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
All these bitches is my pets
I keep a tight leash around their necks
Bitches try to bite, take their ass to the vet
Put em right to sleep like they popped a Xanex
Yeaaah, I be shittin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Kimmie go in, I go extra hard
I swipe ya whole life with my debit card
Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
Shitted on ‘em
I’m just pissin’ on ‘em
Spittin’ on ‘em
Put ya middle fingers in the air if you did it on ‘em
The Lamborghini turns into Megatron
Got ‘em blue in the face, Avatar
I be shittin’ on ‘em, Diarrhea
You bitches looking burnt, gonorrhea
Same bitches throwin shots, but tryna be her
I guess it’s all politics, Condolessa
I’m the first lady, her majesty
Rap’s royalty bitch, now you work for me
**************************************************
Jam It Up Some[Cordell Francis]
Listen, Its Been A Game (That You Play)
I Don't Care What U Say Or Think U Know
Cause U Know We Just Don't (Hear The Sounds)
C'mon Boys

[Jay-z]
Check It Out (Yo Jay-z Uh Huh)
You're Too Close From A Destiny
Listen Yo I've Been Thinking How Is This Happening
Hmmm Well I Know Yo (Its Too Much Here) Thats Why Its A Party

[Lil Kim]
Calling Like it IS (What What?)
Now We Jamming Some Goodies Here (Ya Huh)
It's Fareaway Like Opening a cAR (Which Color It Looks Like)
Red, G, R A, It Means Honda Or BMW (Wow How Much)
It Gives me Tax Fun to Think (Hmmm...Why Its So Hard to Imagine)
Sing It Brandy (Alright now) (ok lets do this) Check It Out (Hun)

[Brandy]
Statments Are Really Easy To Think About (Only If U Wisely)
A Man Suddenly (Back Off Me) See What Was Doing (Ya Thats Right)
He Saids (He's Just 18 Years Old) With A Bigger Love And Body (Looks Cute Huh)
Hell Yeah! He Had Two Months To (Think) About Giving Out (How) I Feel Like He's Nice
Well Bring It On (Uh Huh Yeah Hahahaha Lil Kim) Lets Bring It! (Ok Now Yo) Check This Out!

(Hook)

[Chrous]
Alright Lets Jam It Up Some Tonight
I Want The Party To Go On
I Don't Mind Waiting (Yo Peeps)
If You Give A Try
**************************************************
Respirator[Intro]
Can you feel it?
'Cause I can
Oh
Oh
Oh

[Verse 1]
I been on my grind for a while now
Time to attack now
Lean in the low in the background
Can't stop my hustle, it's for life
Gotta get that money
I won't let no one put me in a box
I'm gon' fight my way to top
Things ain't goin' right
You need a Lil' Kim in your life

[Chorus]
I'm that light when you can't see
That air when you can't breathe
I'm that [?]
I'm that voice when you can't speak
I'm your, your respirator
I'm that high when you feel low
I'm that strength when you feel weak
I'm that truth when you don't believe
I'm that blood that your heart beats
I'm your, your respirator

[Hook]
If you feel me, go "oh, oh-la-hee-oh, oh"
If you hear me, go "oh, om-na-ha-lo-eh"

[Verse 2]
People sweated on Lil' Kim
But I'm not what they think I am
Instead of hatin' on what you see
Come get to know me
I'm done with playin' by the same ol' rules
Ya girl over here makin' major moves
Sick and tired of the same ol' dudes
I smell new money
I know I like to dance sleezy
No, but that don't mean that I'm easy
First he gotta know how to please me
And I'll be there if he needs me
But I won't let no man put me in a box
I'm gon' fight my way to the top
Things ain't goin' right
He need a Lil' Kim in his life

[Chorus]
I'm that light when you can't see
That air when you can't breathe
I'm that [?]
I'm that voice when you can't speak
I'm your, your respirator
I'm that high when you feel low
I'm that strength when you feel weak
I'm that truth when you don't believe
I'm that blood that your heart beats
I'm your, your respirator

[Hook]
If you feel me, go "oh, oh-la-hee-oh, oh"
If you hear me, go "oh, om-na-ha-lo-eh"

[Verse 3]
To all my people across the world
Need the life support? Then I'm ya girl
Tt's a jungle in these streets
Don't let them get you
'Cause I been through the same ol' things
I know it's hard to get out the game
Dealin' with the hurt and pain
I'm ridin' with you
I know every day is a struggle
Tryna get by, don't want the trouble
But if you touch a piece of my puzzle
You gon' get a piece of my muscle
'Cause I don't let no one put me in a box
I'm gon' fight my way to the top
Things ain't goin' right
You need a Lil' Kim in your life

[Chorus]
I'm that light when you can't see
That air when you can't breathe
I'm that [?]
I'm that voice when you can't speak
I'm your, your respirator
I'm that high when you feel low
I'm that strength when you feel weak
I'm that truth when you don't believe
I'm that blood that your heart beats
I'm your, your respirator
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Girls On The TownUNKNOWN YET
**************************************************
IRS FreestyleWhat you gon' do when IRS come for you?
Pay that money
What you gon' do when IRS come for you?
Pay that money

I'm in the purple haze porsche dutch colored seats
My young boy blowin dro, and he itchin to reach
I'm the blueprint, already know who the nicest
Without me, they stuck in an identity crisis
These blue stones don't come with no prices
The modern cleopatra but they callin' me isis
It's tax season, time to face the IRS
I've been lenient, but now it's time to pay ya debts
I don't ridе the beat, i make lovе to the mothafucka'
I'm in the booth, with nothin' on but a diamond garter
You see, it's bigger than nino and the carter
How you think you coming off when your boss was my partner
I'm in the choppa, ms. thang, you can have the lane
'Cuz godmomma on to bigger and better things
You see these stripes on my arm, i'm a veteran
The game hurting and bitch, i'm the novocaine
Haters, where you at? i dare you to holla back
I got my foot on they neck like a chiroprac
All that tough talk, what happened to all of that?
I got a siamese twin, they call her copycat
You ain't got to acknowledge that
But you can roger that and you can copy that
I see 'em rocking chanel so i prada that
The doll baby, trendsetter follow that
I heard a fuck boy said i ain't been hot since '97
I beg to differ, turn to Hot 97
They still tryna be me from '97
I'm still eating off my shit from '97
No single, no album, still draw 'em out
I keep a hot sixteen, watch me pour 'em out
This ice freeze him up, the heat thaw him out
And he don't get hard for you 'cuz i wore him out

Yeah, Kimmy Blanco, uh huh, IRS
Y'all already know what it is
It's tax season we coming to collect

What you gon' do when IRS come for you?
Pay that money
What you gon' do when IRS come for you?
Pay that money